The grandfather clock in Amaia's antique shop has been silent since 1965. Today it ticked — for exactly as long as a rain-soaked stranger stayed inside.
Part 1 of 4 in The Clock That Waited
Amaia pasó el trapo por la esfera del reloj de pie, con cuidado, como hacía cada mañana. Las agujas marcaban las siete y doce. Llevaban sesenta años marcando las siete y doce.
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