Kobel felt the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders. He took the sphere, the watch, and the map, promising to guard the secret. As dawn broke over Kinastirch, the city awoke, unaware that time itself had been nudged back into balance by a humble clockmaker and a mysterious pocket watch.
Following the winding canals, Kobel arrived at the abandoned dockyard. The air was thick with mist, and the faint hum of the watch grew louder with each step. He reached a rusted iron gate, its lock bearing the same number . The watch’s hands aligned perfectly at 3:17 am , and the lock clicked open. Kobel felt the weight of responsibility settle on
“Can you fix this?” the figure asked, voice low. “It belonged to my brother, , who vanished three years ago. I think it holds a clue.” Following the winding canals, Kobel arrived at the