The Faded Paradox
"Did you see it?" Old Thomas did not look up. His hands were deep in the grease. The clock face lay open on the workbench. Its heart was exposed. A tiny, ticking thing. He wiped his thumb on a rag. The rag was black. He did not answer. "Ask me again," he said. "I saw the shadow," young Elias whispered. He stood by the door. His coat was soaked. Rain ran off the brim of his hat. It dripped onto...
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