The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The second hand of the master regulator shuddered, then reversed, scraping against the glass with a sound like a fingernail on a chalkboard. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the bedroom, his coat still buttoned to the throat, watching the mechanism in the corner of the room begin to tick backward. He knew the rule as well as he knew his own name: the clocks only ran counter to the sun when...

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