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“Let him have it,” the Elias-part of his brain screamed. “He doesn't deserve the time he’s been given,” the Devil sang.

Just as the shadows touched Sterling's throat, Elias caught a glimpse of himself in a polished silver tray. He looked monstrous—not because of any physical change, but because of the pure, unadulterated joy on his face as he prepared to do something terrible. the devil in me

The first time Elias touched the gears, a spark jumped. It wasn't static; it felt like a cold needle stitching itself into his thumb. “Let him have it,” the Elias-part of his brain screamed

Elias was a restorer of rare clocks—a man of silent rooms and microscopic precision. His life was a collection of steady heartbeats and rhythmic ticking until he found the Solstice Chronometer in a damp cellar in Prague. It was a jagged piece of brass and obsidian, said to be crafted by a monk who had tried to map the exact frequency of the human soul. He looked monstrous—not because of any physical change,

That night, the "Devil" introduced himself. Not with horns or brimstone, but with an extra shadow. Elias stood in his bathroom, toothbrush in hand, and noticed his reflection was three seconds behind. While Elias looked tired, the man in the mirror looked electric . He was grinning a predatory, wide-toothed grin that Elias hadn't used in a decade.