The old clocktower stands against the fading sky. Its hands frozen at a long-forgotten hour. The bell once rang every day, loud and clear. Now it hangs in silence, still and unyielding. Cracks run through the stone, but the tower remains, proud in its decay. The wind carries whispers through the empty streets. Faint memories of footsteps long gone. The ticking of time is absent here, replaced by the weight of the past. Shadows stretch beneath the tower, reaching into forgotten corners. Yet, time lingers in its stillness, echoing in the quiet air.
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