The Wistful Incense

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Thorne, stop that. Stop that fiddling with the mainspring before you snap it and we are both out of work by Friday. Elias Thorne did not look up from the workbench, his tweezers hovering over the delicate escapement of a gold pocket watch, the metal cold against his fingertips. The voice belonged to Mayor Sterling, who stood in the doorway of the workshop, flanked by two men in stiff collars...

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