The Faded Chronicle

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The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s cracked on a Tuesday. It did not break. It split. A hairline fracture ran down the bronze face, silent as a vein bursting under skin. You stood in the churchyard, watching the dust settle. The air smelled of wet iron and old stone. You were the town clockmaker. Or, as the townsfolk whispered, the man who stole time. The fracture was invisible to most. They...

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