The Distant Metropolis

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The air in the shop tasted of rust and stale tobacco, a flavor Elias Thorne had worn on his tongue for twenty years. He sat on the stool behind the counter, his hands hovering over the workbench, trembling not with age, but with a hunger that had nothing to do with food. Before him lay the Iron Pendulum, a clock of his own devising, heavy and black as a coal fire, its face unmarked by numbers,...

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