The Distant Nightmare
The bell tower stood silent. It had been silent for three days. Elias stood before the great clock face. The glass was cold against his fingertips. He did not touch the mechanism. He only looked. The gears were brass. The springs were steel. They were perfect. They were broken. "Is it jammed?" a voice asked from the shadows. Elias did not turn. "No." "Then what is it?" "It is tired." The voice...
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