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The Clock That Ticked Backward

Every second it rewound, someone in town forgot they existed.

By GoldenSpeechPublished 3 months ago 1 min read

A small-town antique shop in Maine displayed a peculiar grandfather clock. It didn’t chime; it sighed. And every full moon, its hands spun counterclockwise.

Locals began noticing strange gaps — a friend missing, a store closed, a house no one remembered building.

The sheriff wrote in his logbook:

“We’re being erased backward.”

On the final night, he smashed the clock open — and found hundreds of tiny glass eyes embedded inside, all staring, all blinking in reverse.

When dawn came, there was no town — just an empty stretch of road and a clock still ticking before time began.

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