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What entered his view was a room filled with time.
On the four walls of the room were countless clocks of varying sizes—grandfather clocks, wall clocks, pendulum clocks. The designs were varied, some old, some brand new. At first glance, it seemed as though he had stepped into a clock store.
"Tick-tock! Tick-tock!"
The continuous ticking of the clocks filled the air, creating quite the racket. Lynch looked closely and realized that the times displayed on each clock were all different.
"Come over, don't waste time."
Just then, an aged voice called out from deeper inside the room. At the farthest end, there was a wooden table, upon which an elderly man sat fiddling with a silver-metal pocket watch.
Lynch hurried over, casting a quick glance at the old man as he moved closer.
As for the first impression the old man gave Lynch… If it could be summarized in one word, that word would be:
Old.
