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Temporal Concealment Clock

A tall wooden grandfather clock of polished dark oak, its brass face gleaming under candlelight, stands near the Sanctum’s vault. Its pendulum swings unnaturally for its size, and its chimes echo at irregular intervals. The hands move backward when no one watches. Tremas hesitates before touching its casing—then recoils as the device’s inner gears emit a shriek, unleashing strands of silver light that coil around him before he vanishes.
2 appearances