The Faded Photograph

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The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the Great Hall, a relentless drumming that sounded less like weather and more like a warning. Elias Thorne did not look up from his workbench, where the disassembled gears of the Great Hall’s chime mechanism lay scattered like the bones of a dead bird. He was forty-two, a man whose hands were mapped with the white scars of a lifetime spent...

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