The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The phantom limb tightened around Elias Thorne’s wrist, cold and heavy as a cast iron pipe. He did not look down. He was too busy fitting the escapement wheel into the tower’s gut, his fingers numb with the December damp that seeped through his wool coat. The clock tower stood in the center of the town square, a skeletal thing of brick and iron, looming over the frozen mud of the streets below....

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