The Wistful Skyline

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The clock in the Great Hall had stopped at three minutes past four, a silent, iron mouth frozen in a mid-sentence yawn, and we all pretended not to see it because to acknowledge the halt was to admit that time itself had grown tired of us. I sat in the shadow of the high-backed oak chair, my hands folded in my lap, watching the dust motes drift through the single shaft of afternoon light that...

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