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One rainy evening a woman in a navy coat arrived with a parcel wrapped in yellowed newspaper. She moved like someone who had rehearsed silence for years. Inside the parcel lay a child's wooden clock no bigger than a fist: its face painted with a fox and three stars, its hands carved clumsily, its pendulum a bit crooked. On the inside of the backplate, in a child's scrawl, someone had carved the words: Hold time for her.