The Wistful Witness

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The clock ticked. It did not stop. Miles stood in the room. The walls breathed. Dust motes swirled like snow. He held the watch. It was his father’s. Gold. Cold. Heavy. He was a detective. Or he had been. Now he was just here. In the place between seconds. The industrial city lay outside. Smoke bled into the sky. Steam hissed from pipes that ran through the air itself. Miles checked the time....

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