The Distant Affair
The glass breaks before you understand why. One moment, the surface of the antique clock is whole, a perfect circle of ambered time. The next, it is a spiderweb of fractures, and the dust inside begins to settle. You stand in the center of the room, your hand still raised, the impact of the blow vibrating up your wrist and into your shoulder. The silence that follows is not empty. It is heavy,...
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