The clockmaker's workshop was a sanctuary of precision and wonder, nestled between the cobblestone streets of a bustling Victorian town. It exuded an air of mystery, with its large, foggy windows revealing only glimpses of the intricate gears and delicate clock faces within. The faint sound of ticking echoed through the air, harmonizing with the distant chatter of townsfolk. As one stepped inside, the scent of aged wood and polished brass enveloped them, creating an atmosphere that felt both timeless and enchanted.
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