The Distant Nightmare

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The letter lay on the workbench, the ink still wet and smelling of iron. Elias Thorne stared at the signature of Mr. Vane, the Director of the Grand Hall. The refusal was polite, but the rejection of his bid for the master clock repair was final. Elias picked up the paper, his fingers slick with the grease of a disassembled escapement. He did not fold it. He let it drop to the floor, where it...

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