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The Tuesday That Wouldn't Stay Buried
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Mara let go of the clock and backed away, heart pounding. The hands kept spinning on their own. A second Mara stood in the shop doorway, soaked in rain, staring at her. "Don't touch the clock," the other Mara said. "It already cost me everything."
Mara reached for the clock to stop it, but the other Mara screamed, "No!" Too late. The hands snapped still. The rain-soaked twin faded like fog. Mara was alone again, clock silent, calendar back on Wednesday. Tomas was still gone. She had learned the rule too late.
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