The clock on the far side of the lobby wall ticked away with harsh clicks. One after another in time's predictable, relentless rhythm. Bradley watched the face of the beast, ever changing yet always the same. His eyes fixed on the movements of its skinniest arm tick, tick, ticking in eternal rotation.
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