Ismaël Rabearison

The Secret of the Old Clockmaker

In a small town where time seemed to flow more slowly than anywhere else, there was a watchmaker’s shop that intrigued passersby. The faded sign read: “Time Suspended – Master Augustin’s Horology.” Behind the dusty window, pocket watches gleamed under the dim light, cuckoo clocks waited to sing, and century-old pendulums whispered their own stories in a mesmerizing silence.