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The wind clawed at her coat as Mira stood on the ledge, ten stories above the street. Her boots rested against cold concrete, toes barely curled over the edge. Behind her, the city buzzed with its usual disinterest—cars honking, a siren screaming somewhere far off, the hum of a world too busy to notice her.The clock on the opposite building read 4:58 PM.Mira took a breath. Her fingers twitched by her sides. The sun was sinking fast, painting streaks of gold and crimson between the towers, but the warmth of it couldn’t touch her now. She thou...
In the heart of a quiet village nestled between the forest and the sea, there was a small shop with a crooked sign that read "T. Wren, Clockmaker." The windows were always foggy with the scent of oil and wood, and the ticking from within could be heard even on the street.Tobias Wren, the shop’s sole proprietor, was a tall man with silver hair and a habit of talking to his clocks. No one knew how old he was—only that he’d been there as long as anyone could remember, always tinkering, always alone.One rainy afternoon, as thunder rolled low acr...
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