The Wistful Witness
The roof gives way. You hear it first. A groan in the timber. A sigh of old wood giving up its fight. Then the crash. Dust blooms in the air. You are standing in the cellar. The floor is cold stone. Your wife, Elara, is beside you. She is holding a lantern. The light is dim. It flickers. You are a clockmaker. You know time. You measure it. You weigh it. But you cannot stop it. Not today. The...
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