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A delicate timepiece.
It stood as a testament to the inevitable passage of time, indifferent to its owner's feeling.
The maiden's time would one day come to an end.
But her waiting would not.
The short hand seemed to be constantly chasing after the long hand.
Much like the incessant longing that filled the maiden's heart and mind.
Years after the event, she still remembered the knight she met that day.
The white knight that came to her. The white knight she had been waiting for ever since.