The Distant Promise

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The fog did not lift; it thickened, a grey wool that pressed against the windows of the Great Hall’s clock tower. Elias Thorne, forty-two, hung from the service ladder, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps that misted in the frigid air. He was a clockmaker, a man of brass and oil, but today he was a man of debt. The city council had given him three days to repair the chime, or they would...

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