The Clockmaker's Final Gear

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In the dusty corner of an antique clock shop, Jeremy discovered a brass timekeeper that ticked backwards. Fascinated by the mechanical anomaly, he took it home and placed it on his bedside table, watching the hands spin counterclockwise into the dead of night. By three in the morning, the ticking abruptly ceased, replaced by a wet, scraping sound emanating from inside the casing. Jeremy leaned closer to inspect the mechanism through the glass, only to realize the tiny metal cogs were not made of brass at all, but rather tightly coiled, miniature human bones that were still warm to the touch. Suddenly, the glass shattered outward, and tiny, needle-sharp fingers seized his wrist, pulling his skin backward into the gears.

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