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Question 167·Medium·Text Structure and Purpose

The following text is from a reflective essay by a city archivist.

Every noon, the courthouse clock coughs before it strikes. The air seems to hold its breath, then the hour drops like coins into a dish: one, two, three. People look up only if the chime stumbles; otherwise, the sound threads through lunch orders and traffic without comment. When I first took this job, the clock felt like a fussy relic, another object to keep alive. Lately I keep wondering whether the town measures itself by those pulses more than by the documents I file. The clock stutters; we pause; we continue, and the day stitches itself to the next. Perhaps the record we trust is not ink on paper but a habit we share without speaking.

Which choice best describes the overall structure of the text?