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Molly There were still nine hands. Nine hands, each one representing a member of a family which had so very recently become eight. She felt as though this clock, this treasured heirloom, which had over the course of the war become as much a focus of all of her worry as it had a source of comfort was mocking her now. She stared blankly at its traitorous face, not knowing how to feel at the sight. |
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