The Thirteenth HourThe grandfather clock in the corner of the study room did not just chime; it groaned. For over half a century, the descendants of the master horologist had known the strict rules of the manor. A clock with twelve numbers on its brass face should never strike a thirteenth time. Yet, as the final echo of midnight faded into the cold mountain air of Shimla, a sharp, metallic click resonated from deep within the mahogany casing.Vikram stood frozen by the heavy oak desk. The dust motes in the room seemed to suspend mid-air, trapped in a sudden, unnatural stillness. The pendulum, which had swung with a rhythmic, reassuring heartbeat for generations, stopped dead in the center."It's happening," Devashish whispered, his voice barely cutting through the thick silence. He stepped closer to the corner, his eyes reflecting the pale moonlight filtering through the tall glass windows.The clock's hands, previously aligned perfectly at twelve, began to move backward with terrif
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