Elias Gray lived a quiet life. Too quiet, some might say, though he would have insisted he preferred it that way. Every morning was the same: he woke before the sun, brewed the same bitter coffee that never seemed to taste quite right, and walked the same cracked sidewalks to the small repair shop he had inherited from his father. The shop smelled of oil and iron, its walls lined with clocks that ticked in uneven harmony. The work was steady, the pay enough to live on, and the silence gave him comfort. Or at least it used to. One stormy night, Elias woke with his heart hammering in his chest...