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His flesh turned to snow
Ten Eleven
A shower of dark leaves fell from a thousand trees
Twelve!
Oh ht
The clock! Why hadn’t he thought of that?
The clock!
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The last vibration of the great clock bell faded
A wind swayed the trees outside and the pekoe curtain hung out on the air, a pale ghost
Douglas felt his breath siphon
You, he thought How come I never noticed?
The great and terrible courthouse clock
Just last year, hadn’t Grandpa laid out the ?
The huge round lunar clock was a gristrains of centuries, and the srains of hours and minutes – and the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere Spores frorow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet froreatweathers