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Submitted to Contest #80
'Tick, tock, tick, tock,' The clock made its usual sound. The quiet, subtle, unchanging 'tick, tock.' It was a humble clock. Not cheap, but humble. It hung upon the wall with a swinging brass pendulum. Its frame was of cedar and it's hands of some black metal which could not be identified by its owner, who sat in the dim light staring at it. The old woman who owned the clock dared not rock the chair in which she sat for it was a squeaky old thing. She breathed softly, fearing that the slightest sound would bring that ancient memory, which sh...
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