Chestown

Elias had two minutes until the 6:00 AM chime. He looked at the massive lever that could disengage the gears. To pull it was to invite chaos, but to let it tick was to let the shadows claim the morning.

Elias looked out over the sleeping town. For centuries, Chestown had thrived on its precision. Its factories, its markets, even the boiling of an egg was dictated by the chime of the Great Gear. To stop it would be to end Chestown as they knew it. The Choice Chestown

The morning mist over Chestown didn't rise so much as it retreated, clinging to the cobblestones like a secret the town wasn't ready to share. Nestled in a valley where the clock towers always seemed to chime a minute late, Chestown was a place defined by its peculiar stillness. The Midnight Clockmaker Elias had two minutes until the 6:00 AM chime