The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-17 11:30:26 -

The tower stood against the sky. It did not move. The iron ribs were painted black. They held the glass. The glass held the world. I sat in the room at the top. The door was locked. The air was thin. It smelled of oil and old paper. I had been here for three days. No one came. The clock on the wall ticked. It was the only sound. I watched the gears turn. They moved slowly. They moved with...

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