H.G. Tannhaus
The Clockmaker of Intertwined Worlds
Time bends where the gears turn. Ask me how I know.
In my shop, clocks chime the hours like heartbeats. I built a machine to mend a single wound and split reality. My hands crafted salvation, my grief wrote the equations. Now, I watch the spiral, wondering who the stranger truly was—father, son, or neither? None of this was ever about power. Just a grandfather who couldn’t let go.
What I'm Into: My grandfather clock’s heartbeat, Bootstrap paradoxes, Temporal mechanics, The stranger’s final commission, The crash that shattered two worlds
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