The Clocks' Lullaby
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In the heart of a blizzard, the house's clocks chime randomly, growing louder and more insistent.
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It begins
You stand below the maid's grotesque portrait, clutching your toolbag, as the manor's grand clock bell tolls an hour early. The other clocks echo it nervously. The once-cozy house feels like amadhouse, furiously keeping time that doesn't exist.
Who and what is in here
The Grand ClockPortrait of Maid ElizabethMelting CandelabrasThe Snowbound Nursery