The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The clock stopped at four. I heard the tick. Then the silence. My hands were shaking. I held the pocket watch. It was brass. Cold. Thomas had left it on the table. He said, Finish it. Then he walked out. The door slammed. The dust settled. I looked at the watch. The face was cracked. A spiderweb of glass. I was a watchmaker. I fixed time. I made it obey. But this time was broken. I sat down....

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