The Wistful Asylum

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Elias Thorne, stop fidgeting with the hairspring and look at me." Clara’s voice cut through the dusty air of the workshop like a steel file against glass, sharp and unyielding. She stood in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the gray afternoon light that filtered through the single, grimy window, holding a heavy velvet box in her hands as if it were a weapon. Elias did not look up...

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