The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The silver casing of the pocket watch was cold against my palm, a chill that seemed to bypass the skin and settle directly into the marrow of my wrist, while the second hand ticked backward with a rhythmic, insolent precision that defied every principle of horological engineering I had mastered over forty years of practice. I sat in the dim, amber light of my workshop in Oakhaven, the air thick...

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