The Distant Promise

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Stop. Silas’s voice cut through the hum of the escapement, sharp as a snapped mainspring. You didn’t look up from the movement. Your hands, stained with oil and old blood, held the tweezers steady. The light in the workshop was failing, the gas lamps hissing a low, hungry note that seemed to match the rhythm of the Great Clock’s heartbeat. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a...

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