The Blood Clock's Toll: A Boston Watchmaker's Deadly Survival War Against His Own Brother
👉 Previous Decision: Silas grabbed the watch, unaware Maya had swapped the cylinder with his own blood sample.
The moment Silas’s blood entered the swapped cylinder, a violent, unforeseen reaction ripped through the blood clock.
Instead of drawing Julian’s mind, the needle reversed polarity. A massive biological feedback loop, amplified by the tower’s electromagnetic field, surged through the mechanism.
Silas screamed, a sound of pure agony and terror, as an acoustic shockwave, powered by his own DNA, ripped through his nervous system.
His eyes rolled back. His memories — his intricate network of offshore bank accounts, the meticulous details of his crimes, his very identity — were rapidly, brutally wiped clean. His face went slack, his movements jerking uncontrollably.
In his thrashing panic, Silas’s arm became tangled in the massive, motorized iron gear assembly of the tower clock. The grinding cogs caught his sleeve, then his hand.
He roared, a primal sound of pain and fear, as the gears pulled, pinning him securely in place. His body contorted, trapped in the unforgiving machinery, the suppressed pistol clattering uselessly to the floor.
Federal officers, finally having broken through the locked doors Maya had secured, burst into the gear room thirty minutes later. They found Silas, eyes wide and unseeing, his mouth agape, caught in the clockwork, a living testament to his own mechanical greed.
His memories were gone. His fortune seized. His body broken by the very power he sought to wield.
➡️ Read CHAPTER 18 to continue the story.
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