The Golden Quest
"The clock is broken, Mr. Ashworth." Silence hung in the air. Thick. Stagnant. Edward looked up. His eyes were red. Not from crying. From lack of sleep. From the dust. "It is not broken," he said. His voice was dry. Like old paper. "It is waiting." Dr. Hale smiled. It was a thin smile. Sharp. "Waiting for what?" "For the truth." Hale laughed. A short, ugly sound. He looked at the clock. Then at...
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