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Time Mirror: the stormy night
Prolog
All three hands pointed straight up. Delicate lettering was etched into each of the surfaces of the slender, shapely iron arms: hour, day, year. With a single finger the old man could turn the thin arms and set the sands inside the clock spinning and churning. He could go back and visit one last time his favorite memories. The birth of his children, his first kiss, the night his beloved wife died. Not all the memories he wanted to visit were good ones, some had caused him great pain. But they were his and the chance to see them before…
A heavy knock at the door roused the old clockmaker out of his thoughts. He knew already who it was. They had come to take his greatest creation. The old man smiled to himself, there was time enough to turn the hands and put off this moment for a few more days if he wished. All he would have to do is reach out a finger.
The knock came again, harder and more forceful. It was time, he knew it. Sneaking around in the past wasn't something he should waste his few remaining days on. And besides, he could interact with someone or something and cause his present to change. No, he knew it was time to give up the clock. He gave a wave to the two birds that sat on the window seal, destined for two different locations. A flap of wings stirred the cold air that stole into the room as the old man carefully lowered the window pane to its proper resting place.
With a weighty sigh the old man shuffled over and opened the door to let the man in the heavy dark overcoat, cane and top hat in. The newcomer's eyes glanced rapidly around the room, settling on the clock with its beautiful black iron hands, then back to the old man.
"It is snowing outside. You sure took your time. Gone visiting bygone days were ya?" The well dressed man asked the old man with a slight sneer.
"Not anymore. No. Not anymore." Was the only reply.
The overcoat dripped across the floor as the wealthy man walked over and inspected the clock up close. After a minute he straitened his back and his eyes glared at the old clockmaker. "Where are the keys? There is a place for two. Where are they?"
With pursed lips and only a hint of trepidation, the old man narrowed his eyes at the new man. "I have sent them off already by owl to Hogwarts. That is where they belong. I couldn't trust such a devastatingly dangerous device such as this to wander around in a coach during a storm. Something might happen and the clock would fall into, well, shall we say less desirable hands."
The wealthy man looked back down at the clock, its hands still, the sand within silent. "You shouldn't have done that." Was all he said.
A horse nickered and pawed at the ground outside, impatient to be done with the stormy night.
All three hands pointed straight up. Delicate lettering was etched into each of the surfaces of the slender, shapely iron arms: hour, day, year. With a single finger the old man could turn the thin arms and set the sands inside the clock spinning and churning. He could go back and visit one last time his favorite memories. The birth of his children, his first kiss, the night his beloved wife died. Not all the memories he wanted to visit were good ones, some had caused him great pain. But they were his and the chance to see them before…
A heavy knock at the door roused the old clockmaker out of his thoughts. He knew already who it was. They had come to take his greatest creation. The old man smiled to himself, there was time enough to turn the hands and put off this moment for a few more days if he wished. All he would have to do is reach out a finger.
The knock came again, harder and more forceful. It was time, he knew it. Sneaking around in the past wasn't something he should waste his few remaining days on. And besides, he could interact with someone or something and cause his present to change. No, he knew it was time to give up the clock. He gave a wave to the two birds that sat on the window seal, destined for two different locations. A flap of wings stirred the cold air that stole into the room as the old man carefully lowered the window pane to its proper resting place.
With a weighty sigh the old man shuffled over and opened the door to let the man in the heavy dark overcoat, cane and top hat in. The newcomer's eyes glanced rapidly around the room, settling on the clock with its beautiful black iron hands, then back to the old man.
"It is snowing outside. You sure took your time. Gone visiting bygone days were ya?" The well dressed man asked the old man with a slight sneer.
"Not anymore. No. Not anymore." Was the only reply.
The overcoat dripped across the floor as the wealthy man walked over and inspected the clock up close. After a minute he straitened his back and his eyes glared at the old clockmaker. "Where are the keys? There is a place for two. Where are they?"
With pursed lips and only a hint of trepidation, the old man narrowed his eyes at the new man. "I have sent them off already by owl to Hogwarts. That is where they belong. I couldn't trust such a devastatingly dangerous device such as this to wander around in a coach during a storm. Something might happen and the clock would fall into, well, shall we say less desirable hands."
The wealthy man looked back down at the clock, its hands still, the sand within silent. "You shouldn't have done that." Was all he said.
A horse nickered and pawed at the ground outside, impatient to be done with the stormy night.
2935 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 21, 2017
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