The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

My hands were black with coal dust when I found the watch. It lay in the mud at the base of the mine shaft, face up, glass cracked but the mechanism intact. I picked it up. The second hand jerked forward. One minute. Then another. It was ticking. It should have been stopped at three-fifteen, the time Silas died, but it was moving. I wiped the coal from my fingers, the grime digging into the...

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