Love In The Echoes Of Time

low of the lamp, their craftsmanship impossibly intricate for an 18th-century timepiece. He had repaired countless antiqu

atching him with growing antici

e design is historically accurate, but the mechanism inside... It's decades ahead of its ti

he back. "To my love, until time bends." The

ad brought earlier. "This diary belonged to Isabelle Deveraux, a noblewoma

anced up

a man named Elijah Moore. He was a watchmaker's apprentice. They were in love, but h

watch tightened. The name

ons," he murmured. "It can't be a coincidence. If E

ement. "That would explain why you felt

cs, in the predictability of time. But something about this watch

hop's lights flickered, and every clock on the walls tick

bled. The air around them thickened, s

ge of the counter. "E

hough the windows were shut. The space around them warped, the shelves

n a hea

ld went

c lights. Instead, dim candlelight flickered around them. The walls were stone, lined with wooden shelves filled with rolled parchment and metal t

y. "Ethan... tell m

k in their surroundings. "W

steps echoed from the hallway. The door creaked open, and a

ot because he had ever met him, but

you

in 18th-cen

Ethan's own-widened in sho

. "Ethan... I think we

-

arms marked with tiny burns from working with metal. The resemblance between him and Ethan wa

Elijah said, his voice lo

a, then back at Elijah

ok a cautious step forward. "W

s twitched toward a nearby tool

reatening gesture. "We're not here

, taking in her modern dress with suspicion. "

's because we're not from

y grappling with their sudden

k. He held up the pocket wa

ace drained of color. He took a

watch was lost the night I was supposed t

or someone-brought us here. And I think it

rd Blackwood suspects our plans. If he disc

Ethan. "Then we

wariness beginning to crack, r

said, voice shaking slightly,

thing we might have more co

three people from different times stood together-b

urney had on