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... mitting a ticking sound.
The pervasive noise fell on his ears, stabbing his brain like needles.
Lin Da frowned, spread his wings, and searched for an exit in the clock-filled space.
First, he flew upward for half an hour.
Clocks were everywhere.
Each one bizarrely shaped and distinct.
Looking into the distance, it was still a vast expanse of black space.
Clocks hung above, below—ubiquitous and inescapable.
"What’s going on? Is there ...
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