The Faded Quadrant

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The clock stood in the corner. It did not tick. It waited. Elias Thorne wiped his hands on a rag. The rag was gray. He looked at the clock. He looked at his hands. The hands were old. The clock was new. Or it seemed new. To Elias, it felt ancient. He had bought it in the market. A flea market in the old district. The seller was a child. The child had no face. Not a blank face. A missing face....

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