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I’d been staring, mesmerized by the large embossed pendulum swinging in its wooden case, when four successive chimes suddenly startled me out of my trance. A couple of minutes later, as if the clock knew I’d been too caught off guard to take note the first time, it patiently tolled four times again. “That’s one of the quirks of French Morbier clocks, you know,” a man behind the store counter offered. “They strike the hour twice.” With a shock of spiky white-blonde hair, multiple rings and his el…
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