The Distant Temple
The City Council’s order arrived on a Tuesday, stamped with the seal of the Bureau of Acoustic Compliance, declaring the Great Temple’s central chime a public disorder to be silenced by the winter solstice. I was forty-two, a master clockmaker in the ancient city of Oren, and I had spent the last decade repairing that very mechanism, not for the sake of time, but because I could hear my sister,...
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