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The young man spun around, eyes wide. "Elara? Little Elara?" He looked down at his hands. "No... no, this isn't right. I'm supposed to be in 1995. The watch... Silas said the watch would take me back to fix my mistake."

Her hands trembled slightly as she placed the new spring. She wound it, listening to the satisfying click-click-click of the gears engaging. She pushed the crown in, and the second hand began to sweep.

It was a young man, no older than twenty. He wore clothes from a different era—a waistcoat and a flat cap. He looked terrified. He was holding the silver watch—Julian’s watch. zoboko books

"That's a specific date," Elara said, looking up.

Elara grabbed a flashlight from the workbench and descended. The stairs were stone, cold and damp. At the bottom, she found a small, circular room. The young man spun around, eyes wide

Julian looked at the watch, then at her. "That was the day my father left Elderwood. He told me he was going to fix his watch and come back. He never did. This watch was the last thing he left behind. Silas told me if I ever got it working, I’d understand why he left."

She picked it up. It was no longer cold. It was warm, ticking softly. She opened the back cover. The date October 14th, 1995 was still there, but beneath it, a new inscription had appeared, freshly etched into the silver. The watch

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"Nothing," Elara said, surprising herself. "It felt... like it was meant to be fixed. Just tell me why the date is important."