The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The clockmaker sat in the center of the room, a space that was not a room but a hollowed-out silence, suspended in a twilight that possessed no source and cast no shadow, where the air tasted of copper and old rain, and the walls were constructed not of stone but of a dense, woven lattice of ticking mechanisms, gears interlocking with the precision of a heartbeat, creating a cage of time that...

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