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The old clockmaker, Elias, spent his final days fixing forgotten timepieces in a dusty little shop. One evening, a mysterious girl arrived with a broken pocket watch. “It belonged to my grandfather,” she whispered. Elias worked through the night, hands trembling, eyes steady. As the first light of dawn touched the horizon, the watch ticked again. A single chime echoed through the silent room. The girl smiled, and for a moment, Elias saw her grandfather’s reflection in her eyes. When the villagers came the next morning, the shop was empty — only the ticking of countless clocks remained.