The line, "Its hands echoed. Pondering souls?" struck me as a poetic nod to existential queries. It's as if the clock, too, pondered its role in the grand tapestry of life.

The story encapsulates the paradox of time — it's both fleeting and eternal, just like the human spirit. With such eloquent narration, who wouldn't be moved to contemplate the immeasurable depths of our existence? Bravo my friend!!

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