The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The clock stopped at three. It did not chime. It simply froze. The pendulum hung still in the air, a rusted blade suspended by an invisible thread. Silas looked at the hands. They pointed to the minute that had not yet arrived. He felt the weight of the silence. It pressed against his eardrums. A dull throb. A familiar ache. He was a clockmaker. Or he had been. Now he was a man who fixed time...

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