The Time Collector
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The first time he woke up at half-past two in the morning, he thought it was just a coincidence. Outside the window, the city slumbered in a thin halo of light, neon signs like dying stars flickering their last weary colors. He glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table; the red numerals "02:30" were like a brand, clearly seared onto his retinas. Thirsty, he thought, then got up for a glass of water, lay back down, and quickly fell asleep again.