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The
clock
began
to
chime
delicately
.
Along
the
steel
runner
below
the
clockface
,
from
the
left
and
right
,
two
figures
advanced
.
Jack
watched
,
fascinated
,
the
unmasking
forgotten
.
Clockwork
whirred
.
Cogs
turned
and
meshed
,
brass
warmly
glowing
.
The
balance
wheel
rocked
back
and
forth
precisely
.
One
of
the
figures
was
a
man
standing
on
tiptoe
,
with
what
looked
like
a
tiny
club
clasped
in
his
hands
.
The
other
was
a
small
boy
wearing
a
dunce
cap
.
The
clockwork
figures
glittered
,
fantastically
precise
.
Across
the
front
of
the
boy
’
s
dunce
cap
he
could
read
the
engraved
word
FOOLE
.
The
two
figures
slipped
onto
the
opposing
ends
of
a
steel
axis
bar
.
Somewhere
,
tinkling
on
and
on
,
were
the
strains
of
a
Strauss
waltz
.
An
insane
commercial
jingle
began
to
run
through
his
mind
to
the
tune
:
Buy
dog
food
,
rowf
-
rowf
,
rowfrowf
,
buy
dog
food
…
The
steel
mallet
in
the
clockwork
daddy
’
s
hands
came
down
on
the
boy
’
s
head
.
The
clockwork
son
crumpled
forward
.
The
mallet
rose
and
fell
,
rose
and
fell
.
The
boy
’
s
upstretched
,
protesting
hands
began
to
falter
.
The
boy
sagged
from
his
crouch
to
a
prone
position
.
And
still
the
hammer
rose
and
fell
to
the
light
,
tinkling
air
of
the
Strauss
melody
,
and
it
seemed
that
he
could
see
the
man
’
s
face
,
working
and
knotting
and
constricting
,
could
see
the
clockwork
daddy
’
s
mouth
opening
and
closing
as
he
berated
the
unconscious
,
bludgeoned
figure
of
the
son
.
A
spot
of
red
flew
up
against
the
inside
of
the
glass
dome
.
Another
followed
.
Two
more
splattered
beside
it
.
Now
the
red
liquid
was
spraying
up
like
an
obscene
rain
shower
,
striking
the
glass
sides
of
the
dome
and
running
,
obscuring
what
was
going
on
inside
,
and
flecked
through
the
scarlet
were
tiny
gray
ribbons
of
tissue
,
fragments
of
bone
and
brain
.
And
still
he
could
see
the
hammer
rising
and
falling
as
the
clockwork
continued
to
turn
and
the
cogs
continued
to
mesh
the
gears
and
teeth
of
this
cunningly
made
machine
.
"
Unmask
!
Unmask
!
"
Derwent
was
shrieking
behind
him
,
and
somewhere
a
dog
was
howling
in
human
tones
.
(
But
clockwork
can
’
t
bleed
clockwork
can
’
t
bleed
)
