The carriage clock had no business there, ticking time off so indifferently, as if each second were a chore done.
The clock was a clown, the sort you'd get in some Stephen King movie, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... and then, without pause, it slammed into reverse, tock tick, tock tick, tock tick...
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