The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The clock was three seconds fast, and it would cost him his livelihood. Elias Thorne wiped the grease from his thumb onto a rag that had long since lost its whiteness. The workshop smelled of brass filings and the damp, rotting wood of the floorboards. Outside, the wind pressed against the single pane of glass, rattling the latch like a beggar at a door. He did not look up. He could not afford...

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