 Open post! Junk wizard on the job!
In one of the junk shops dusty old corners, was a dusty old grandfather clock. The hands were stopped at ten minutes after ten o'clock, giving the clock's grayed face a smile. Though the large clock once had a commanding presence, it was often overlooked among the knickknacks and bric-a-brac. You'd be forgiven not to notice the black smoke that was escaping from it.
Suddenly, the door to the old clock swung open, releasing a billowing black cloud into the shop. And through the smoke appeared a wizard, his front caked in soot, desperately chasing the cloud out the front door with an ornate leather bellows that he was furiously pumping. What was he doing inside the clock?
The wonderful thing about junk shops was that they were full of surprises if you took the time to look.
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