The Wistful Letter

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The watch ticked backward. It was a small, metallic sound, like a rat scratching in the walls, but it was distinct enough to make Elias Thorne’s hands tremble as he adjusted the mainspring. He was forty years old, a clockmaker in a city that smelled of wet wool and ozone, and he had not slept in three days. The fog outside his window was thick, a gray soup that pressed against the glass, and...

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