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Sarah knows what Eloise is capable of. But the killer sees no time left worth reclaiming from her.

Every clock is silent just before the hour strikes—and Eloise is ticking too loud.

Eloise is removed. The killer is glimpsed. The machine doesn’t break—it refines.

Every end has an echo. And somewhere, new gears are beginning to turn.

The case is cracking open, but something else is slipping through.

The original clockmaker is still out there. Watching. Measuring. Preparing.

The Law is never wtitten where the masses can read it. But some still find it.

The first signs don't shout. They wait. And they repeat.

Some clocks are never wound. Some hands stay bloodless. But the hour always arrives.