The small town of Eldenwood sat on the edge of a vast, whispering forest. At its heart, nestled between crooked cobblestones and vine-covered stone buildings, was a modest shop marked by a sign that reads, “Oswald’s Clocks.” The reclusive owner, Oswald Marrow, was a man of quiet demeanor and sharp intellect, known for crafting timepieces … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Timekeeper’s Key