Soul Music - Dimensions

The raven inspected the hallway clock with the practiced eye of one who knows the value of good props. As Susan had noted, it was not so much small as dimensionally displaced; it looked small, but in the same way that something very big a long way away looks small - that is to say, the mind keeps reminding the eyes that they are wrong. But this was up close as well. It was made of some dark, age-blackened wood. There was a pendulum, which oscillated slowly. The clock had no hands.

'Impressive,' said the raven. 'That scythe blade on the pendulum. Nice touch. Very Gothic. No-one could look at that clock and not think-'

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Soul Music - p193