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The old grandfather clock in the hallway chimed three times, its deep resonance echoing through the quiet house and waking the sleeping tabby cat on the rug. Outside, a gentle summer rain tapped rhythmically against the windowpane, blurring the distant streetlights into soft, amber smudges. A half-finished mug of chamomile tea sat on the side table, its faint steam swirling lazily into the dim room. For a brief moment, the entire world seemed to pause, suspended in that cozy, midnight stillness where tomorrow’s worries hadn't yet found a way in.