The Wistful Show
The shift had lasted four hours, twenty minutes, and eleven seconds when Elias Thorne finally stopped counting the seconds. He sat in the booth of the night watchman’s office at the old grist mill, the digital clock on the wall bleeding red light into the dust motes that hung suspended in the air like frozen rain. Outside, the wind picked up, rattling the loose shutter of the window until it...
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