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The man finally looked up, his eyes milky but sharp. He held up the gear, which shone like a fallen star in the gloom. "I know. But the clock hasn't stopped yet. It’s just waiting for the right part."

He slipped through a jagged tear in the perimeter fence, his flashlight cutting a lonely path through the dust-heavy air. Most explorers came for the graffiti or the dramatic decay of the main floor, but Leo always headed for the "stacks"—the narrow metal catwalks suspended forty feet above the silent machinery. PaulieHD

He pointed to the far wall, where a massive, circular shadow loomed. Leo realized it was the building’s original tower clock, stripped of its face but still housing a mountain of interlocking iron. "Help me lift this," the man grunted. The man finally looked up, his eyes milky but sharp