structure now loomed like a ghostly sentinel, its face shrouded in a tangled web of ivy. As she approach
atic puzzle. Lena's mind raced with questions. What secrets lay hidden behind the clock's stone heart? Wh
d her. The clock's mechanism, long silent, creaked to life, its gears grinding out a rhythmic melody. Lena
ss within. The air inside was heavy with the scent of decay and forgotten memories. As h
k's pulse grew louder, its rhythm synchronizing with her own heartbeat. She felt herself
ces. In the center, a large, leather-bound book lay open, its pages fluttering as if stir
dn't understand. Yet, as she touched the parchment, the symbols began to shift
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