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The clock in Professor Corot's study ticked loudly as he stood before his latest masterpiece. His brush had captured a perfect Parisian sunset, with golden rays dancing through the trees and across the Seine River.

The professor smiled proudly at his creation, knowing it would soon be displayed at the Musée du Louvre. He often thought about how time was like paint on canvas - both were fleeting but left permanent marks behind.

Just then, a mysterious figure entered through the study door, clutching an old leather portfolio. The stranger wore goggles and had copper-plated brass gears visible beneath their coat sleeves. They approached Corot with a peculiar smile. 'Professor,' they said, 'I have something that may interest you.'

The professor's eyes widened as he examined the mysterious device. It was an advanced painting tool - a combination of clockwork machinery and artistic precision. As he tested it, his paintings began to shimmer with life, as if painted by invisible hands.

'This is remarkable,' Corot whispered, carefully examining every gear and spring in the contraption. 'Perhaps this is what I've been searching for all these years - a way to capture time itself on canvas.'