The Wistful Incense
The knocking came from inside the brick wall, a rhythmic, dull thud that vibrated through the soles of Elias’s shoes and into the floorboards of the watch shop. It was a sound like a heart trying to beat its way out of a chest that had been stitched shut. Elias did not look up from the mainspring he was coiling, his fingers stained with grease and old anxiety, because he knew that if he stopped...
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