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Elias jumped slightly, noticing a woman tucked into a vinyl chair—the man’s wife, Martha. She held a small, tarnished brass pocket watch. "He said you can't rush time, but you can certainly keep track of it."

"He used to build clocks," a small voice said from the corner. Elias jumped slightly, noticing a woman tucked into

For the first time in his shift, Elias stopped. He looked at the man's hands—calloused and stained with faint traces of oil at the cuticles, despite days in a sterile bed. He wasn't just a failing heart; he was a craftsman who understood the intricate ticking of gears. Elias jumped slightly