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In a forgotten workshop, a golden clock did not tick—it wrote. Every hour, it inked moments of people who had not yet lived them. I watched in awe as a story of a stranger unfolded before my eyes. By dawn, the ink vanished, leaving only a sense that time itself had smiled at me.
About the Creator
Ibrahim
I'm a creative writer in the way that I write. I hold the pen in this unique and creative way you've never seen
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