In the heart of the old town, nestled between a crumbling apothecary and a closed-down tailor’s shop, stood a curious little store with faded gold lettering across the window: Thorne & Sons – Horologists Since 1824. Most of the townspeople passed by it without a second glance. It was only the occasional tourist or a particularly observant child who noticed the elegant dance of gears and pendulums displayed in the front window.Inside, the shop was a museum of time. Grandfather clocks lined the walls, ticking in a staggered symphony. Pocket watches gleamed under glass domes, each one carefully labeled with