The Faded Quadrant

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The clock on the wall had lost its rhythm. It ticked in jagged, uneven bursts, as if the mechanism inside were choking on rust. I watched the second hand shiver before it jumped. It jumped too fast, or too slow. It was hard to tell. The air in the office was cold. It smelled of wet wool and old paper. My hands were bare. The skin was tight and dry. I held the brass pocket watch. It was heavy in...

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