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Chapter 1: The Attic Discovery Mia had never liked the attic-it smelled of dust and forgotten memories. But today, curiosity pushed her past the creaking stairs. In the corner, a tall grandfather clock stood, its hands frozen at 3:15. She brushed off the dust, and to her surprise, the clock began ticking. A faint glow appeared from the keyhole, and a tiny note fell onto the wooden floor: "Time remembers what we forget. Turn the hands wisely." Mia's heart raced. A clock that could hold secrets? She had to find out more.