The Wristwatch
Issue #128
Winter 2015-16
Time is led by its interrogatorsinto a round room with a domed glass ceiling.Ranged along the wall, strange numerals stand,mossy columns salvaged from some forgotten god’s temple.In the center of the room, on a small table,rest two black hands, cut...
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