The Swing Of Things | SAFE · 2027 |

It had arrived yesterday, silent and stubborn. The owner said it had simply "given up" after her father passed away. Elias knew better. Clocks didn’t have grief, but they had gravity, and gravity was a patient thief.

He adjusted the crutch of the longcase clock, a tiny, forceful bend of the metal. He pushed the pendulum again. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Even. Perfect. The swing was restored. The Swing of Things

Elias had spent forty years getting back into the swing of things. It had arrived yesterday, silent and stubborn