Eli’s journey had just begun. He continued to learn from Master Horace, but also taught others, sharing his belief that every tick of a clock was a reminder to cherish the present and look forward to the possibilities of tomorrow.
Horace looked up from a delicate pocket watch he was polishing. The boy’s earnestness reminded him of his younger self, when he’d first stepped into the world of gears and springs. “Apprenticeship is not a simple request, lad,” he replied, his voice as steady as a metronome. “It requires patience, attention, and a respect for the passage of time.” Eli’s journey had just begun
