The Harvest of Hours
The city of Nocturne existed in a permanent twilight, a rain-slicked sprawl of neon and chrome where the only currency that mattered was "Time." People didn't earn money; they earned hours. A coffee cost ten minutes; a luxury apartment cost a decade. Those who ran out of time simply stopped—their hearts ceased beating in a sudden, silent halt. Detective Elias was a "Clock-Hunter," a man hired...
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