The Distant Nightmare

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The mainspring coiled tight in Elias Thorne’s palm, a cold, metallic serpent that hummed against his skin with a vibration he could feel in his molars. He was forty-two, a man whose hands had been steady for decades, yet now they trembled with a fine, arrhythmic shake that matched the relentless *tick-tick-tick* echoing from the Great Clock tower. The sound was not in the air; it was in the...

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