Brother Toma lifted the astrolabe; why did north slide under the rete while his thumb never moved?
The weight clock in the bell tower ticked in pairs and the well rope, once hauled, unspooled itself back into the dark as the sexton watched.
Because the stone under the nave had learned to keep a different tally, and with each silent sum it erased a star from his plate until the sky corrected itself.
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