The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The fire started in the bell tower. It ate the wood. The smoke was black. It choked the sky. Arthur Vane stood on the cobblestones. He watched the flames lick the stone. The clock tower burned. The great hands stopped. Ten past three. The time was dead. He was a historian. He knew the value of things. He knew the value of this tower. It had stood for two hundred years. It had watched the city...

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