The Archivist of Seconds
In the penthouse of the Obsidian Tower, the air was always still. The owner, Mr. Sterling, lived in the "Deep-Slow," a state of temporal grace that allowed him to experience a single evening over the course of a decade. To the world below, Sterling was a ghost, a legend of industry who never seemed to age. To me, he was simply the man who paid my salary in gold and silence. My name is Arthur. I...
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