The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The watch was ticking backward. I knew this because the second hand was moving counterclockwise, a slow, deliberate retreat that made my stomach churn with a nausea that had nothing to do with hunger. It was 3:00 AM in my apartment, a cramped box of damp and dust in the basement of a condemned textile mill, and the golden pocket watch was the only thing in the room that felt alive. My name is...

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