The Watchmaker’s Son
Time Doesn’t Heal — It Collects.
In 1912, a clockmaker named Henri Voltaire lost his son in a factory fire. Months later, he began constructing a pocket watch “to keep the boy alive.” It was said the watch ticked to the rhythm of a heartbeat. When opened, its hands spun in reverse, whispering faintly like a lullaby. The watch was buried with Voltaire, but in 1977, it was sold at auction — still warm to the touch. Its buyer reported strange dreams: a child knocking from inside a glass dome, begging to be “wound again.” When the watch stopped, so did the buyer’s heart.
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