The Wistful Voyage

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Thorne. The word hung in the air, sharp as a snapped mainspring, and Elias Thorne did not turn around. He was hunched over the workbench, his loupe pushed up onto his forehead, his tweezers hovering over the balance wheel of a pocket watch that had not yet been cased. The workshop smelled of brass shavings and the stale, metallic tang of his own sweat. "Thorne, I am leaving," Silas said. His...

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