The tower stood over the city, its clock face bare—no hands, no numbers. People hated it, calling it useless. But at dusk, the tower glowed with a strange shimmer. Those who looked closely saw their own memories flicker across the empty face. Time was not measured—it was reflected. And in that reflection, people found the moments they had lost.
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