By-day

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Elias froze. This was a nighttime request brought into the harsh reality of the . "I’m just a clockmaker, child," he said, his voice cracking.

A (told through the eyes of the young girl, Clara)

For years, Elias kept his two worlds strictly apart. His daytime neighbors knew him as a quiet, slightly eccentric man who preferred his tea lukewarm and his shop windows grimy. They didn’t know that the tiny gears he polished were the same mechanisms he used by night to keep the city’s subconscious running smoothly.