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At night, sometimes, if you're very quiet, you can hear calm, rhythmic voices from the hallway downstairs.

It takes you a while, but you finally deduce that it is your grandfather clock—telling stories to the smaller clocks you've hung on the wall.

You might have to tiptoe down to join them. He's a great storyteller.

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