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Short Story: The Grandfathers Clock

Ding, dong, ding, dong, tick, tick, tick, the grandfather’s clock on the first floor took cadence. In the night, sounds get magnified and all could be heard even from this desolated, coldness. The darkness and the hiss of the machine near me.  She left the door open. It is a […]

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