The charm of the clocks

The charm of the clocks

umbandmarstories

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Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Thu, Feb 1, 2018

Fiction

Fantasy

Tagsclocks emily fantasia kyle magia

Coff Coff... Dunque, vediamo... Una descrizione di questo libro? Ah si... Un attimo che la prendo. Non è facile essere il narratore di una storia... Un minutino che cerco tra queste scartoffie... Ah ecco! Un regno caduto, un ragazzo del ventunesimo secolo, un racconto che va oltre il concetto di storia stessa, che si muove abilmente le lancette impedendone lo scorrimento regolare, comandandole a suo piacimento alternando il passato e il futuro, o presente chi lo sa. Dipende dai punti di vista. Qui viene raccontata la bellezza degli orologi.

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