Chestown

"The shadows are catching up; stop the ticking to keep the light."

As the sun began to crest the surrounding peaks, Elias saw them—the shadows. They weren't moving with the light. While the sun rose in the east, the shadows of the chimneys and trees remained stretched toward the west, frozen and deepening. They were becoming physical, ink-like pools that seemed to swallow the color of the stones beneath them. Chestown

The morning mist over Chestown didn't rise so much as it retreated, clinging to the cobblestones like a secret the town wasn't ready to share. Nestled in a valley where the clock towers always seemed to chime a minute late, Chestown was a place defined by its peculiar stillness. The Midnight Clockmaker "The shadows are catching up; stop the ticking