The Broken Clock
Tick… tick… tick…
The sound of a clock echoed through the empty corridor.
Slowly, James Talloran opened his eyes.
Talloran:
"Where… am I?"
The corridor stretched endlessly.
Flickering lights cast strange shadows.
Suddenly, the walls began to bend, almost as if reality itself was cracking.
Talloran whispered,
"…It's happening again.
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At the far end of the corridor, a shadow slowly formed.
A voice echoed around him—
"Talloran… you cannot escape me."
Talloran gritted his teeth.
"Then come and try."
Suddenly, the corridor shattered.
The floor cracked.
The walls twisted violently.
Talloran fell into a new, strange place.
Everything seemed unnaturally still.
Tick…tick…
The clocks shattered and scattered.
Talloran planted his feet firmly.
He knew this was only the beginning.
To be continued…