The Clock with No Ticking

Ellie had always loved the attic. It smelled like old paper and pinewood, and it was filled with forgotten treasures from before she was born. On a rainy Saturday afternoon, she climbed the ladder again, hoping to find something interesting to explore. That’s when she saw it a wooden box tucked beneath a moth-eaten quilt. Inside, nestled among some yellowed newspaper, was a clock. It was round and heavy, with little golden hands and numbers painted in swirly shapes. But it didn’t tick