The Faded Paradox
The brass file bit into your thumb, a familiar, dull ache that you welcomed as proof of reality. You were working on the escapement of the Great Clock, the mechanism that had kept time for the Monastery of Saint Aldhelm for three centuries, its gears worn thin by the weight of its own history. The light in the workshop was the pale, watery grey of late afternoon, filtering through the high,...
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