The man who saw tomorrow.

Part 1 – The Clockmaker

In a narrow street hidden away behind the bustling market square, Elias Rowan was the go-to guy for fixing clocks that no one else could handle. His shop was filled with the rich scents of oil, dust, and aged wood, and every wall seemed to tick in its own unique rhythm. People came to him because he was patient and took his time. But they also felt a chill around him, as he rarely showed surprise. It all started quietly.

One rainy afternoon, a woman walked in, clutching a cracked pocket watch. Before she could even say a word, Elias looked up and said, “Your husband will be late tonight. The bridge outside town has flooded.”
She gave him a puzzled look. Just three hours later, news spread that the river had indeed taken over the bridge road.

From that moment on, Elias began to notice the visions more frequently. They came to him like reflections in a dirty window—brief glimpses of moments that hadn’t happened yet. A child dropping an apple in the square. A chimney fire at dawn. A black dog limping through snow that hadn’t even fallen yet.
At first, he kept it all to himself, convincing himself they were just dreams.
But each tomorrow unfolded just as he had seen it.