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They climbed a wobbly spiral staircase. At the top, the massive clock face was gone, leaving a gaping circle that framed the bruised twilight sky. The air smelled of old metal and rain. They sat on a dusty floorboard, sharing fries.

"I still have it. Laminated."

She smiled. And she didn't schedule it.

Her phone buzzed. A message from her younger sister, Zoe: Hey. Remember that old clock tower on Maple? They’re tearing it down tomorrow. Want to come? We used to go there after school. hmm schedules

The next morning, she went to work as usual. But at 5:29 PM, she closed her laptop and looked out the window. The clock tower was already half-gone, a cloud of dust rising where the past used to be. They climbed a wobbly spiral staircase

Zoe howled with laughter. Elara found herself laughing, too. A real, rusty, unpracticed laugh that felt like cracking open a geode. Inside, there was no crystal, just a warm, messy glow. They sat on a dusty floorboard, sharing fries