The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The Great Chime did not tick; it breathed. For forty years, I had felt the rhythm in my knuckles, a steady pulse that matched the beating of my own heart until the winter of King Aldric’s reign. I was Elias Thorne, master clockmaker, and my hands were the only thing in this crumbling court that had not yet begun to rot. My want was simple, a debt of brass and labor owed to the Crown for the...

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