The Clock maker's Gift
In the heart of a small, bustling town, there stood a clock shop that had been passed down through generations. Its white-painted windows were streaked with the dust and rain of many years, and the faint chime of clocks inside created a gentle, steady rhythm that seemed to slow the world outside. The owner, Khalid, had lived all his life among ticking gears, spinning pendulums, and the quiet melody of measured time. He was a man of sixty-five, with silvering hair, calm eyes, and hands that moved with unwavering precision.
