Tick, tick, tick…the sound of gears turning and clicking and moving and generally going about the business of telling time, one second after the next, with a steady certainty that never slowed or wound down. One tick after the next, over and over in perpetuity. The sound hit the white walls and carpets of the room, sinking into them, absorbed and remembered for all time. The walls were adorned with which time-keeping devices. Digital, mechanical, utilitarian and ornate. The electronic devices all blinked at 12:00 in red and blue and green. The mechanical, likewise, were also correct twice a day.
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