Methods and Black Squares: Trading Time in InterZone by Muli Koppel
The writer comes to Interzone looking for something that will help him create a world for his book, something that can be arranged by the Continuity Man. Interzone is not a normal place, and neither is that something wanted by the writer. Such deals smell Faust.
So what is it that the Continuity Man can offer?
Maybe it is this alien, yellowish parchment of continuous time on top of which the writer can engrave his space-less story?
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