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In the quiet village of Evershade, time moved differently. No one could say exactly how or why, but clocks always seemed a few minutes off, calendars lost track of days, and even the sun sometimes lingered too long before setting. The townspeople had long grown used to it, shrugging it off as one of Evershade’s strange little charms.

At the heart of the town stood a dusty, ivy-covered clock shop called “Pendulum Dreams.” Its owner, Elior Gray, was an old clockmaker with a peculiar habit—he could fix any clock, but he refused to wear one himself. “Time,” he often said, “isn’t something you wear. It’s something you owe.”



No one quite understood what he meant. But everyone knew Elior’s clocks were special. When you bought one, it always seemed to know you—your habits, your moods, your secrets.



Some even whispered that his clocks didn’t keep time—they created it.

A Strange Request



One stormy evening, as thunder rolled over Evershade, a stranger entered the shop. She wore a long black coat and a silver pendant shaped like an hourglass. Her eyes shimmered like melted glass.Tyuj



“I need a clock,” she said softly. “One that can turn back time.”



Elior froze, his hand still resting on the gears of a pocket watch he’d been repairing. “You don’t need a clock for that,” he replied. “You need a miracle.”

The woman smiled. “Then build me one.”



She placed a small velvet pouch on the counter. When Elior peeked inside, his breath caught—it was filled with fragments of temporal quartz, a mythical crystal said to hold the power to bend time itself.



Elior hadn’t seen one since his apprenticeship with Master Thalen, the man who taught him that every tick of a clock was a heartbeat of the universe.

And now, standing before him, this woman wanted him to create something forbidden.

The Clock That Shouldn’t Exist



Elior spent weeks building the clock. He worked in silence, guided by instinct and an unease that grew heavier with every passing hour.



The design was unlike anything he’d made before—a golden sphere suspended in glass, its hands moving backward and forward simultaneously, humming with an energy that seemed almost alive.

When it was done, he called it “The Paradox.”

Before handing it over, Elior asked, “What will you use it for?”

The woman hesitated. “To undo a mistake,” she whispered. “Someone I lost… someone who shouldn’t have died.”

Elior felt a pang in his chest. He knew that kind of grief. Years ago, he too had tried to rewind the past—and failed miserably.



“Be careful,” he warned. “Time doesn’t like to be rewritten. It remembers.”



She only nodded and left, disappearing into the rain.



The Day Time Broke



Days later, strange things began to happen in Evershade. The morning sun rose twice. Shadows moved before their owners did. Some people claimed they had lived the same day more than once.



Elior knew immediately that the Paradox had been activated.



He searched for the woman, but she was gone—vanished without a trace. Only the faint ticking of her clock echoed in his mind, louder and faster each day.



Then, one night, he awoke to find himself in the past—thirty years earlier, in his master’s workshop. The smell of oil and brass filled the air. Thalen stood before him, alive, young, and smiling.



“Elior,” the old man said, “you’ve done what I never dared to do.”



Elior’s hands trembled. “I didn’t mean to. The clock—”



Thalen interrupted, “The Paradox doesn’t serve people. It serves itself. It will loop time until balance is restored.”



The Final Tick

Elior realized then that Evershade’s strange time distortions weren’t accidents—they were warnings. The town was caught between timelines, looping endlessly as punishment for his creation.



He had one choice: destroy the Paradox and end the cycle, even if it erased everything—including himself.

So he built one last device—a chronal detonator made from the same quartz fragments. As the Paradox ticked wildly on his workbench, Elior whispered, “For every second stolen, one must be returned.”



He pressed the switch.



A blinding flash engulfed the room. The sound of ticking faded, replaced by silence.



The Town That Never Was

When the light dimmed, Evershade was gone. The streets, the people, even Pendulum Dreams—all vanished.



In their place stood a quiet forest, untouched by time. Only a single clock remained, half-buried in moss. Its hands were still.



Some say if you find that clock and wind it, you’ll hear Elior’s voice whisper:



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