The Clockwork Joke

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The humidity of Georgia in 1922 was a thick, suffocating blanket that smelled of damp earth and dying magnolias. Silas Thorne sat on the wide veranda of Thorne Manor, a sprawling, decaying estate that looked like a skeletal hand reaching out of the swamp. Silas was a man of absolute order. He believed that life, like a fine watch, could be wound, adjusted, and predicted. He spent thirty years...

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