The Wistful Saga
Act I The clock did not tick; it shuddered. Jan Sedlacek stood in the shadow of the Great Chime, his left hand pressed flat against the brass casing, feeling the vibration travel up his wrist and into the marrow of his forearm. He was a court clockmaker, forty years old, and he needed this repair to secure his pension, a sum that would keep his mother from the cold in her final years. The...
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