The Wistful Campus

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The brass casing of the pocket watch reflected Elias Thorne’s face back at him, distorted and trembling, just as his hands were. He was forty-two, a master horologist in Chicago, and he was failing. The mainspring snapped with a sound like a dry twig breaking, scattering tiny gears across the velvet workbench. "You are a fraud," the reflection whispered. It was a low, raspy sound, coming from...

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