The Clock That Wept At Midnight
The clock stood at the heart of the old cathedral,tall as a tower, carved in dark wood.Its face was cracked, its hands stiff,and no one remembered who built it.At midnight,…
The clock stood at the heart of the old cathedral,tall as a tower, carved in dark wood.Its face was cracked, its hands stiff,and no one remembered who built it.At midnight,…