The Loresworn Short Story Challenge is a regular column in which a member of our team presents another with a writing prompt, or one is chosen from the community. In this inaugural edition, T.J. was given the prompt: “I laughed, for it was the end of all things, and all my fault.”
No one ever told us what lay behind the enormous, etched bronze doors of the clock tower. None were allowed to enter it, nor even peer within, but for the Watchmakers. Withered old corpses with their eyes taken out, the sockets covered by bandages, their lower limbs grafted with clockwork, spindly legs and various harnesses for tools used to maintain the working.