The Distant Legend
The clock ticked. It was loud. Too loud. I sat in the dark. The house was cold. The air smelled of dust and old wood. I held the pocket watch in my left hand. It was warm. It should not have been warm. I had not touched it in days. It sat on the shelf. I knew it sat on the shelf. My hand was empty. But I felt the weight. I felt the gold case. I felt the chain. I am a watchmaker. I fix time. I...
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