The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The left hand in the mirror was three seconds late. Arthur Vane watched it mimic his movement, the spectral limb pale and translucent, hovering over the escapement of the town’s central chime mechanism. He was forty years old, a master clockmaker with twenty-two years of service to the Municipal Authority, and he wanted nothing more than to finish this repair before the winter solstice to...

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