The Distant Journey

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The dream was always the same, a loop of ticking gears and translucent skin. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of ozone in his mouth, his hands trembling as he reached for the lamp on the workbench. Outside, the town of Oakhaven lay silent under a pre-dawn grey, the modern streets empty save for the hum of the distant substation. He was forty-two, a master clockmaker whose reputation rested on...

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