"But, they don't seem to belong with the other memories," is what he admits, whispering that in case someone else happens to eavesdrop and come away with the conclusion that he's lost the little of his mind. "I remember this small town with a clock-tower and a clock with a minute hand that doesn't move," he says. "It's normal. It's calm. It's peaceful. But I know there's also dragons and men who turn to gold..."
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