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Arthur sighed in relief, reaching for his wallet. "How much?"

"It wasn't jostled," Arthur snapped, though he winced. He had tripped over his cat, Barnaby, while dusting the mantlepiece. "It just... gave up." tube galor

"I need a replacement," Arthur said, skipping the pleasantries. He reached into his coat and produced a slender glass tube. It was cracked down the middle, leaking a silvery mist that evaporated before it hit the floorboards. "For the grandfather clock. It stopped chiming on Tuesday." Arthur sighed in relief, reaching for his wallet