Chapter 4 — A Proposition on the Table

Evera Lynn

The steady tick of the grandfather clock in Shadows of Time provided the only background noise as Evera Lynn leaned against the counter, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her hazel eyes, flecked with gold, stared at the brass sextant on the counter—a relic she’d spent the better part of the morning polishing, though her thoughts had wandered far from the task at hand. The sextant, a navigational tool from another era, felt like a fragile guidepost to a world slipping further from her grasp—a sentiment she couldn’t seem to shake.