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日本語?" she asked, pointing to the flashy, neon-orange cover. "It’s a disaster movie. Why is it #4?"
He sat hunched over the mahogany workbench, his spine a question mark curved toward the golden heart of a 19th-century carriage clock. Above him, the room was a rhythmic battlefield. Hundreds of clocks—pendulums, cuckoos, and delicate wristwatches—fought for the same second, a chaotic chorus of tick-tick-tick that most would find maddening. To Elias, it was the only silence he knew. prmoviessales top