The Distant Affair

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The clock stopped. It did not tick. It did not tock. It simply ceased. I stood in the shop. Dust motes drifted. They hung in the air. Like frozen flies. I looked at the timepiece. It was a pocket watch. Brass case. Worn smooth. The face was cracked. A spiderweb fracture ran from twelve to four. I had been polishing it. My rag was in my hand. I dropped it. It fell with a soft thud. "Master," I...

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