The Wistful Saga
The clock on the wall had stopped. It had stopped three days ago, at 4:17 PM. Thomas noticed it because his hands were shaking, and the stillness of the second hand made the trembling visible. He was a man of routine. The tremor was new. The clock was old. It was a mantel piece, brass and glass, heavy with dust. It belonged to his wife, Clara. Or it had. Now it belonged to the silence in the...
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