It’s night-time, with the only light coming from a candle. Julius is at his desk, silent as he does his work. A clock lies before
him-broken. Carefully but with the air of someone who knows exactly what he’s doing, he takes it apart, a grim look on his
face.
A flash of a girl, and then a voice:
(Is your job to take care of the ‘hearts?’)
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