Time does not move in the Old Town.
It is divided like a clock: twelve segments radiating from the center, where the Spire rises. You may walk around it and pass through history: across the endless ice, by huts lit by firelight, beneath the shadow of the castle, through the old shops and past the omnibuses trundling by.
It is best not to ask about the people. Do not ask where they came from. Do not ask what will happen when time resets around them.
You can imagine them happy as long as you do not know the truth.
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