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Link stood atop the Clock Tower, the wood creaking under his boots. Below, the town was a ghost of its former self. The carpenters had stopped their hammering; the dancers had lost their rhythm. Even the Postman, whose schedule was his religion, had finally abandoned his route, his hat left tumbling down an empty alleyway.

He reached into his tunic and pulled out the Ocarina of Time. Its blue surface caught the sickly, orange glare of the sky. Above him, the Moon didn’t just hang; it loomed, a jagged face of spiteful rock and burning eyes, so close that Link could hear the low, rhythmic thrumming of its descent. TLOZ-MM-USA-(Update11)-DecrTD-CIA-Ziperto.rar

The moon roared. Link drew his sword. The carnival was over, but the dawn was finally within reach. Link stood atop the Clock Tower, the wood