Fantastique ❲95% Proven❳

Was it a hallucination brought on by the fumes of his cleaning oils? Or had the veiled woman brought something that defied the very laws of the world Elias spent his life measuring?

In the fog-laden streets of 19th-century Paris, Elias lived a life governed by the precise, rhythmic ticking of gears. As the city’s most sought-after clockmaker, his world was one of immutable laws and predictable mechanics. He did not believe in ghosts or miracles; he believed in the tension of springs and the alignment of brass teeth. Fantastique

As he looked back into the mirror, he saw a hand—veiled in black—reach out from the glass toward his shoulder. Elias felt a cold touch on his skin, but when he looked at his shoulder in the physical world, there was nothing there but the settling dust of his workshop. He remained caught in that shivering gap between what he knew to be true and what he could no longer deny. Fantasy Sub-Genre Guide - Fantastique - Wattpad Was it a hallucination brought on by the