The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mainspring snapped with a sound like a gunshot, echoing off the low, soot-stained brick walls of the Vane & Son Clockworks. Arthur Vane did not flinch. He simply stared at the exposed guts of the grandfather clock, the great pendulum still frozen at 4:12, the exact minute his father had died three years prior. The air in the shop was thick with the smell of oil and old dust, a tangible...

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