Time did not pass in a steady, even flow—especially not in a world that had been created.
Though the characters within it could not perceive it, some force was indeed intervening, causing the march of fate to advance in an extremely discontinuous fashion.
It had no form and spoke to no one. It simply occupied the daylight and split apart the night, until time grew fragmented and viscous, like honey flowing slowly, clinging to every action.
Some stretches of time that had already passed, meanwhile, had solidified like icing. They no longer responded to changes or accepted rewinding.
They were organized, proofread, and numbered, given a more stable form, then transferred onto paper to become tangible objects.
Perhaps someone might want these things?
Yes, as unbelievable as it may seem, this book is getting a physical edition. Here's a brief announcement; more details will be released in the next few days.
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The author is wriggling along in the shadows as they update.