The Faded Masquerade

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The brass key lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and heavy, its teeth worn smooth by decades of turning. He held it up to the grey light filtering through the workshop window, watching the angle of the sun shift across the floorboards, a measure of time that felt less like a gift and more like a debt. He was fifty years old, a master clockmaker with a heart that stuttered like a loose escapement,...

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