The Impossible Knot

In the charred remains of a house, time crept at its petty pace around Wilhelmina without ever quite touching her for she was stuck in a moment, trying to unravel an impossible knot made from the ancient threads of musty eras and epochs long past in the vain attempt to reverse the clock and reknit a reality in which her family had not perished in the fire.

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