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The Clock at 11:11
The first thing I noticed when I arrived at my grandparents’ house was the clock.It hung above the fireplace, surrounded by old photographs and faded paintings. Its hands were frozen at 11:11....
Navadha SinghNavadha Singh loves mystery and winter. She believes some clocks keep memories, not time. So, does this story tell about a forgotten sister's mystery or misery!?
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