It was a present from the global travels of a great uncle. It was a gift passed down each generation. It was one that carried the history of its owners with it.
It was finely crafted and had an essence of another era. It stood out in every home it was placed. But that was its point after all: to remind you that you should stand out of the crowd.
One night in its new location, a faint scratching woke everyone up. It wasn’t the clock ticking.
It was something hiding inside the clock-tower: a tiny kitten seeking a home.
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