The Clockmaker’s Last Trick

Emile had spent his life making clocks that moved time forward, but he had spent the last ten years creating one that could push it back.

After many sleepless nights, It finally worked. But at a cost—every second he rewound stole a year from his own life.

He stood there looking at his creation, thinking about why he did it.

Because someone had tampered with his clocks once. Someone who didn’t want the police to know what really happened to the mayor’s son.

Emile adjusted the gears and turned the dial back exactly ten seconds.

Ten seconds shredding ten years of his life... the last ten years.

It was enough to see who had entered his shop.

Enough to see the gun.

But not enough to stop it.

Not enough to be able to tell the tale.

The Clockmaker’s Last Trick