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Elias couldn't sleep. The watch sat on his workbench, glowing with a faint, rhythmic amber light. Driven by curiosity, he used his finest tools to pry open the back. Instead of brass gears and springs, he saw a nest of shimmering golden threads. They were tangled and knotted. As he touched a specific knot, the room blurred. Suddenly, he wasn't in his shop. He was standing in the rain five years ago, watching his younger brother, Leo, board a train. This was the night of their final argument. Elias tried to shout, but he had no voice. He was a ghost in his own memory