The Wistful Letter

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The invoice lay on the workbench, the ink still wet where I had signed it. It was a standard form, bureaucratic and cold, for the restoration of the Town Hall’s great clock, a sum of forty pounds due upon completion. I held the brass casing in my hands, the metal warm from the friction of my thumb, feeling the grain of the wood beneath it, splintered and rough against my palm. My name was Elias...

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