Time Winged Onward
And so, by millions of years, time winged onward through eternity, to the end — the end, of which, in the old-earth days, I had thought remotely, and in hazily speculative fashion. And now, it was approaching in a manner of which none had ever dreamed.
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Context: Watching from his window as time races forward over the earth.
Not in a duel yet
Source: Chapter XVI: The Awakening