The Wistful Silence

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The screwdriver slipped from my grip, hitting the floorboards with a sharp, final crack. I stared at the face of the grandfather clock, my twelve-year-old hands trembling over the open case. The glass was dark, not reflecting the dusty study but holding a shape within it. A boy, no older than seven, stood inside the mechanism. He wore my old school uniform, the one with the frayed cuffs. He...

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