The Man In The Hourglass

The Man In The Hourglass

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It's been 300 years since the cataclysm. The great apocalypse that ruined the Earth. What it was that caused it no one really remembers anymore. It was in the past. Order and society have risen from the wastelands and cities become built. In the largest city, the city of New Lincoln, stands a symbol of hope. That symbol of hope is the largest clock in existence known as "The Grandfather" it rises above any building, it is plated with silver and gold, it is a symbol of hope that tells the citizens of New Lincoln, with every tick of its hands that time goes on, no matter the catastrophe, no matter what. Meet, Marrow Ackerman, he's in eleventh grade.The students at his school all go to The Grandfather on a special day. It is a day that determines where they will work inside the Grandfather. They must enter a special room, and let the Heartface determine what it is they will do inside the massive clock. The only thing is. Marrow gets a job no ones ever heard of. A job that could lead him to save the world.
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A mother who once tried to kill me. A sister who always found wrongs in me. A childhood friend who insulted me every time she talked to me. Classmates who accused me for everything that happened me. The teachers who didn't believe me. I wondered why. Ever since childhood, was there ever a time when someone ever protected me? The way everyone looked at me, I could feel daggers within the stares. I already knew this but it still hurt a lot. After all, I was hated by everyone I knew....or so I thought.

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