The Wistful Witness
The rain slicked the cobblestones of the palace square as I tightened the final screw on the Grand Meridian Clock’s escapement. My hands, stained with oil and old blood, trembled not from cold but from the weight of the secret I carried. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, master horologist to the Crown, and I have twenty-four hours to restore the King’s timepiece before the coronation. If the clock...
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