Internal Rhythm

A persistent mechanical pulse drew me across the low tabletop. I closed the distance toward a heavy brass desk clock resting beside a stack of coasters. Its glass casing revealed interlocking brass gears rotating in calculated synchronization. I pressed my gauntlet against the metal frame, feeling the minute vibration of the escapement mechanism clicking through the chassis. Night had settled over the perimeter, but this mechanism maintained unbroken cadence. I adjusted my stance beside the housing, synchronizing my watch with its rhythm.