The Distant Temple
The hammer fell, and the silence that followed was heavier than the iron. Mayor Halloway stood in the center of the workshop, his coat buttoned to the chin, looking at the disassembled escapement with the same detached curiosity one might show a broken fence. He did not look at me. He looked at the gears, the brass pins, the intricate skeleton of the Great Bell’s heart, and he spoke as if to a...
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