The Wistful Skyline
The fracture was wider this morning, Elias noted, tracing the hairline split in the brass casing with a gloved finger. It had been a sliver thin as a eyelash on Monday, but now it gaped just enough to admit the cold air from the workshop floor. Silas stood by the door, his hands tucked into the pockets of his wool coat, watching the master clockmaker with a stillness that usually preceded a...
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