The Wistful Crossroads

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Thorne, the Mayor said, his voice thin as wire in the draught of the tower room. Elias Thorne did not turn. He was focused on the tremor in his left hand, a fine, high-frequency vibration that made the tweezers shudder against the brass gear he was attempting to set. The room was cold, a damp chill that seeped through the soles of his boots and settled in his joints, but the air smelled of hot...

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