The Clockmaker’s Orchard
At the edge of town stands an orchard where every tree bears clocks instead of fruit.
Brass gears click beneath the bark; wooden hands crawl across porcelain dials.
A sign at the rusty gate reads:
> “Pick wisely—each tick costs a memory.”
You tuck your satchel closer, the twilight wind smelling faintly of engine oil and apples.
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### Which branch will you reach for first?
- Pluck the shimmering silver pocket-watch dangling from the lowest limb.
- Climb higher to claim the grandfather clock swaying daringly among the leaves.
- Listen for the quietest tick and choose whatever timepiece hides behind it.
- Step back and wind the oldest tree’s key, just to see what happens.
By Gearwright
Dendrite