The shining silver pendulum, the twelfth night, the yellowish light, the dark night, staying out of the situation, the girl holding a slender silver chain at one end, walking on the street, swinging carelessly, every time, it swings accurately to the 12-quarter mark. The angle was just one inch off. Finally, for the twelfth time, the chain swung high to the 12-quarter hour mark. At the same time, the silver-blue pupils expanded, reflecting light. Was the chain thrown out? It landed precisely at the 12-quarter hour mark, 12 meters away from her.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
