Theft at the Public Till
now filled with fear, “for the trip? The voice said, ‘Time Is Now,’ so there’s no time left.” The boy opened the door but looked back in despair. If I leave, no one will hear-the secret. What would my Master want me to do? And as the boy stood, one foot in the room, one in the corridor, hesitat- ing, the stone head discharged a great black cloud, roared, “TIME IS PAST!” and shattered into a thousand pieces. We can solve the theft. But time is running.
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