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The clock struck thirteen, and everything stopped. Time froze completely: the leaves on the trees remained suspended in the air, the birds remained motionless in the sky, looking like statues.
At that moment, I looked at the antique clock, my grandfather's last gift to me, and saw that the hands were beginning to move backward. The minutes were running in reverse, the leaves were returning to the tops of the trees, and the birds were returning to their nests.
This was going to cause chaos, so before letting myself be carried away by the flow of time, I turned the clock around, and the minutes began to move forward again toward the future. As everything returned to normal, I decided to hide the old clock in a safe place, a place where no one else could touch it.
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Nice one.