The Ouroboros Clock
The room was a circle of ticking clocks, their pendulums swinging in a dissonant, hypnotic rhythm. Julian sat in the center, his eyes bloodshot, his fingers trembling as he adjusted the dial of the Chronos-Key. He had done this four thousand times. The goal was always the same: save Clara. The accident—a rain-slicked road, a screech of tires, a sudden, violent silence—was the fixed point around...
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