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Adult cast; all named characters are 25 or over and the youngest is twenty-nine. No sexual content, no violence, no threat, no disaster and no crime. Notices: a public clock wrong by four minutes since 1998 and still wrong at the end of the week in three of the four endings; a municipal log book whose second box has been struck through and whose 2003 carbon stub is still attached; a written works instruction whose reason is in pencil on the reverse, in a fitter's handwriting, and which turns out to be a printing deadline for forty thousand tram leaflets; a contractor who photographed a clock face instead of walking down to a workshop to read a book, and who is not a villain and never finds out; a woman of thirty-eight who drives forty-one miles expecting to find her father at fault and finds a printer's deadline instead; a 1962 dial that is correct to within a hundred and twenty milliseconds a day and is not the problem; a listed 1889 turret movement locked since 1974 and three defensible proposals for its future, one of which is to leave it exactly as it is; a newspaper reader of four hundred and eleven rows in a notebook over twenty-one months; and an unsigned pencil line in the log dated 11 September 2024 that established the offset and was not acted on.
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