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Sons of the Father

In the deeper layers of the Overcity stands a clock tower of Brass that grows taller and taller. Everyday, it grows precisely 24 feet. Walking the halls, maintaining and adding to this tower are a legion of men of brass and flesh. Their hearts beat in perfect unison, wound by the unseen hand of the Father, the Clockmaster. Whether he was ever truly alive or not is unknown. What is known is that the tower has become his body. However, the Father is another story.

This is the story of his children, the Sons of the Father. Occasionally, a single gear will fall between the Overcity and this world. These gears, being a part of the Father, fall towards clocks until, finally, they are put into a time piece. A wrist watch, a wall clock, a grandfather clock. With new forms of time pieces, new pieces of the Father have broken off to find their way.

An infected clock is, to any person, an attractive time piece, indeed. It keeps time with greater accuracy than even an atomic clock. So perfect and mesmerizing is their precision that the owner becomes enthralled. The measured movements inspire imitation in its subject. Their lives start to revolve entirely around time. Their hearts and breathing begin to beat in unison with it. The hypnotic movement compels their subject to stare at its face, opening them to the Father.

They invite the Father into their lives, and he blesses their devotion with his gifts. Their waking dreams find them on cold operating table in the Brass Tower. Bone is replaced with brass, their eyes with quartz, their blood is drained and replaced with a fluid to better lubricate their new, inner machinations. The subject is fully aware of these surgeries. The pain and terror fills their mind, but it's too late by now. They're already slaves to the ceaseless cycle of the Brass Tower.