The Distant Promise

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The fog in Blackwood did not rise from the ground so much as it leaked from the pores of the earth, a thick, sulfurous gray that tasted of iron and old rot. Elias Vane, thirty years old and hollowed out by the debt that clung to him like a second skin, stepped off the night train into a town that seemed less a place than a symptom of industrial decay. He was a clockmaker, a man who had built...

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