The Distant Garden

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The brass gear sat in my palm, cold and heavy, its teeth chipped by a decade of silence. I turned it over, the metal catching the dim light of my workshop, and I knew the weight of it was not just metal, but the accumulated dust of Oakhaven’s pride. I am Elias, a master clockmaker, and for twenty years I have maintained the town’s time, yet the Great Bell has not rung since the Guild sealed the...

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