The Faded Paradox
The clock on the wall ticked out the seconds, each one a heavy, wooden hammer blow against the silence of the archive room. You counted them, as you counted everything in your life, from the hours spent at your desk to the coins in your pocket, a habit born of a need to make the chaotic world orderly and small. There were twelve seconds between the chime of the hour and the next. You were...
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