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A portal opened above the clock, a swirling whirl of light and shadow. From within, a silhouette stepped forward: a man with wild silver hair, eyes like polished copper, and a coat stained with oil. It was Rick Morrow, alive and bewildered.

“It’s not metal,” Connie observed, reaching out cautiously. When her fingers brushed it, a pulse of warmth surged through her, and a vision flashed in her mind: a night sky filled with meteors, a young Rick holding a tiny, glowing fragment and whispering, “For the moments we cannot hold, we will make a new clock.” RickysRoom 24 09 28 Connie Perignon Ivy Lebelle...

“I’ll help you find it,” Connie said, determination hardening her voice. The two women descended a narrow staircase that led to an old maintenance shaft. The air grew cooler, and the sound of distant water dripping echoed off stone walls. Ivy produced a small, handheld lantern that flickered with a soft blue light, revealing a hidden door etched with the same half‑finished map that hung in RickysRoom. A portal opened above the clock, a swirling