The Clockmaker’s Daughter
When time stops, the heart remembers what the mind forgets.

Elias Dorne was known as the finest clockmaker in his country—a man who could make time itself feel tangible. His daughter, Liora, grew up surrounded by ticking rhythms and the scent of oil and brass. She loved her father’s workshop, but she feared the clock he never spoke of—the one sealed behind a velvet curtain.
He called it The Heart of Time. It was said to stop when someone’s soul lost its will to move forward.
When Elias fell gravely ill, Liora sat by his bedside and heard the clocks in the house slow one by one. Desperate, she went to the hidden room and found the great clock still ticking faintly, its pendulum like a heartbeat. A golden key rested beside it—engraved with her name.
She wound the clock, and for a moment, time froze completely. Dust hung in the air like falling snow. Then Elias appeared beside her, young again, smiling the way she remembered.
“Don’t cry, little one,” he said. “You can’t stop time—you can only give it meaning.”
When Liora awoke, the clocks ticked again. Her father was gone. But in the workshop, the Heart of Time beat steadily, keeping not the hours—but the memory of love.


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