The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The gavel strikes. The sound is wet. It hits the air like a stone in a pond. "Order," the judge says. His voice is dry. Dusty. He looks at you. You look at the floor. The wood is polished. It shines. You are Arthur. You are a man who makes clocks. Your hands are steady. They are always steady. This is your gift. This is your curse. You can stop time. You can fix it. But you cannot rewind it....

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