The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

Thorne. The name hung in the air, cold and sharp as a dropped tool. I did not look up from the workbench. My fingers, steady enough for the delicate work of setting jewels, trembled now against the brass casing of the pocket watch. The workshop was a tomb of dust and ticking, a place where time was not a river but a mechanic to be coaxed, oiled, and forced into submission. Outside, the November...

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