Tick tock. That was all I could hear as I approached the mass in the distance. It filled my ears making my head vibrate with every beat of the noise, like a thousand clocks ticking in time. I reached the rust and climbed the steps into the old beast. I was confident that, again, I would not find anything. My jaw dropped. Covering the walls of peeling paint were clocks of every size, colour and description. In the middle of this unnerving scene was a chest. I hurried over and opened it expecting jewels and gold. I hit the floor
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