In a world where time broke long ago and no longer moves forward as it once did, there were those who stood beyond the wreckage of time and moved through its static waste. They built cities with Grand Clock’s in their centers, and these Grand Clocks pushed time forward and allowed humanity respite in unmoving times. Malich, a young man born centuries after the stasis began, has his own problems, as small as they may be. He is nothing more than a tinkerer, making small gadgets for customers. But what happens when he unwittingly starts a chain reaction that may doom the entire city? --- This is my first real story. I am a novice writer hoping to improve by doing what everyone tells aspiring writers to do: write. I hope you will enjoy what I am creating, and I would love to hear feedback and advice. I have mostly planned out how this story will pan out and hope you enjoy the journey. I will state here that I may be overly explaining how things work in the story and would love to hear from you if I have too much exposition. This story may not be perfect, but it has my love and passion. --- I marked the profanity, gore, and traumatizing content to be safe. Though I do not believe I will ever enter deep into any of those territories. --- What to expect: A gradual incline into more and more time manipulation powers and a growing complexity among them.