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The Tuesday That Wouldn't Stay Buried
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Instead of fighting it, Mara wound the clock tighter, on purpose. If it could pull time back one day, maybe it could pull back more. The spinning screamed. The brass case grew hot in her hands. The shop floor dropped out from under her like a trapdoor.
Mara landed hard on a cobblestone street. The clock had pulled her back years, not hours. A young Tomas, maybe ten, rode his bike past her, alive and careless. She had time now, real time, to teach him to always, always look both ways before crossing.
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