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The Clockmaker Gift’s
By: Gilang Maheswara Adlan Santoso
In the heart of the old town, nestled between a
flower shop and a bakery, stood a tiny clockmaker's
shop. The sign above read “E. Dovetail Time Restored.”
Inside, the air smelled of cedarwood and machine oil,
and the gentle ticking of clocks filled the silence like a
symphony of time.
Mr. Eliot Dovetail was a quiet man in his sixties
with silver hair, round spectacles, and a patient smile. He
had been repairing clocks for nearly forty years, and
though his hands had grown slower, his work remained
precise. He rarely spoke unless it was about gears,
springs, or pendulums.
One rainy afternoon, the bell above the door
jingled, and a boy entered the shop, dripping wet and
clutching something wrapped in a towel.
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