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Chapter 185
Crestmoor was still again.No thunder, no whispers, no tremor in the stone. Just the gentle hum of morning rain easing across the roofs, washing the night from the world. The storm had passed — and with it, the ghosts.Julian stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching the water pool around the cobblestones. The clock tower loomed above, its hands restored, ticking steadily for the first time in years. He hadn’t heard a sound more comforting — or more cruel.The dawn light broke through the thinning fog, spilling over the cracked spire where everything had ended. They’d found Lena there, unconscious beside the shattered pedestal, the ledger closed beneath her hand. No sign of Eli. No trace of the Eye.The university called it a lightning strike — freak weather, a miracle that no one else had died. The old professors whispered about renovation funds and electrical malfunctions, while the students swapped half-true stories of what they saw that night: golden light, the bells tolling, a
Chapter 184
The storm hit Crestmoor like a living thing.Rain slashed across the spires, thunder rolled through the courtyard, and the clock tower loomed above it all — its massive face frozen between the hours, pendulum still, as though time itself had been stunned into silence.Lena and Julian reached the base of the observatory stairs, drenched and shaking. The door, once locked tight, now hung open. A cold draft breathed out from within, carrying a sound that wasn’t quite wind — a deep, rhythmic pulse, like a heartbeat buried in stone.Julian glanced at his watch. 11:42.“Eighteen minutes,” he said, voice rough. “We finish this before the clock resets.”Lena didn’t answer. Her eyes were fixed on the spiral stairs twisting upward into the shadows. Every step pulsed faintly beneath their feet, light seeping through the cracks like veins of molten gold.They climbed in silence. The air thickened as they rose — not just heavy with moisture, but with something else, something alive. The walls trem
Chapter 183
By evening, the air around Crestmoor had changed.The fog that usually hugged the campus had thickened into something else — not mist, but memory. You could see the echoes in it: flickers of the past caught between breaths. Students rushing through the courtyard who weren’t really there. Bells ringing from towers that hadn’t sounded in years.And over it all, the ticking.Steady. Ruthless.Eight hours left.Julian sprinted through the quad, clutching the brittle Watchers’ journal against his chest. The wind tore at the pages, whispering in a dozen voices at once. Every light in the observatory had gone out the moment he’d found the final entry. Now, even the sky looked wrong — too dark for dusk, like night had arrived early to watch.He needed to find Lena.He burst through the chapel doors, breath ragged. The sight stopped him cold.Lena stood at the altar, surrounded by floating specks of gold — dust suspended in the air, each one pulsing faintly with light. The mural behind her had
Chapter 182
The clock hadn’t stopped ticking since the night before.It echoed through every hall, every corridor of Crestmoor, a sound that should’ve been ordinary — but wasn’t. Each tick felt heavier, deliberate, as though it were marking not time, but lives.10 hours. That’s what the countdown said.Ten hours until midnight.Lena stood in the library foyer, staring up at the great clock mounted above the archway. The hands glowed faintly in the dim morning light, the metal warped and strange. Every so often, she swore she could see faint letters reflected on the glass face — words she couldn’t quite read.Julian burst in, breathless, his coat dripping from the fog outside. “It’s not just the library,” he said. “The other clocks are moving too. The one in the observatory, the one in the main hall — they’re all synced.”Lena turned toward him, pale. “Counting down to what?”He didn’t answer right away. “I think… the collapse. Whatever barrier Eli built, it’s failing.”The word collapse hung betw
Chapter 181
By morning, Crestmoor felt wrong.The rain had stopped, but the clouds hung so low they almost scraped the rooftops, and the courtyard was eerily empty. No laughter. No movement. Just that sense — heavy and unshakable — that something vast and unseen had shifted during the night.Lena hadn’t slept. She sat in the library’s side room, the ledger open on the table before her. The words The Keeper’s Return still glowed faintly on the cover, the light pulsing like a heartbeat. She’d tried to close it. She’d even tried to hide it. But every time she turned away, she could feel it watching her.Julian arrived just after dawn, soaked and pale. “The chapel bells rang again at four a.m.,” he said quietly, shutting the door behind him. “No one pulled the rope. I checked.”Lena rubbed her temples. “They’re not just bells anymore. They’re signals. Warnings.”“Of what?”She looked up at him, exhaustion shadowing her eyes. “Of the Eye waking.”Julian exhaled, pacing. “Lena, you sound like—” He stop
Chapter 180
Lena ran.Her footsteps echoed up the spiral stairs, each one swallowed by the suffocating dark that chased her from below. The flashlight beam jerked wildly in her shaking hand, illuminating flashes of stone, carvings, and the narrow passage she’d descended minutes before.By the time she reached the library floor, her lungs were burning. She slammed the hatch shut and stumbled backward, clutching the ledger against her chest. The air in the library had changed — thicker now, humming faintly, like the aftershock of a bell’s final toll.She turned toward the windows.Rain lashed against the glass. But it wasn’t the storm that froze her in place — it was the clock.Crestmoor’s grand library clock, suspended high above the main aisle, was ticking backward. The hands moved in smooth, deliberate motion, counting down the hours in reverse.Lena whispered, “No, no, no…”Her fingers fumbled for her phone. She dialed before thinking, desperate for something human, something solid.“Julian,” s
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