She ran. Like a gazelle runs from a cheetah. Her boots striking the cobblestone road in time to the each tick of the timepiece dangling from her neck.
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Short StoryTick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Time is running out it seems. But what if it already did, many years ago? But the clock tower still chimes so it must still carry on. But when the last chime of the clock tower sounds, will the human race rise, or will it plu...
