Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 476: Story : The Clockwork Gateway

The team emerged from the underground cathedral into a dimly lit room, a stark contrast to the vast, echoing chambers they had just traversed. This new space was warm and intimate, almost surreal in its design. The air smelled faintly of aged wood and iron, and the glow of Edison-style bulbs gave the room a cozy amber hue.

A massive wooden door, reinforced with riveted iron plates, dominated the far wall. It was no ordinary door—it was a mechanism. An ancient clock, embedded into its frame, ticked with an ominous rhythm, its hands frozen at precisely 11:11. Surrounding it were various intricate gears and levers, their purpose shrouded in mystery.

"What is this place?" Viper asked, her voice hushed as she scanned the room.

"It looks like some sort of... waiting room," Bulwark said, his massive frame leaning against the bar counter to their left. The shelves behind it were stocked with old bottles of whiskey and glassware, though everything seemed untouched for decades.

Shadow’s sharp eyes lingered on the ornate rug sprawled across the wooden floor. "There’s something beneath it," she said, kneeling to lift the edge. Beneath the rug was a brass plaque etched with runes, similar to those they had encountered before.

"Another riddle," Ghost muttered, crouching beside her. "Can you read it?"

Shadow nodded, deciphering the text aloud:

"When the hour and minute align, the door shall yield. Seek the key, forge the path, and embrace the unknown."

"Align the hour and minute... It’s talking about the clock," Rook said, his tone steady but cautious. "But where’s the key?"

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The team spread out, searching the room. Viper inspected the shelves, Ghost examined the bar, and Bulwark tested the sturdiness of the walls, hoping for a hidden compartment. Shadow moved to the door itself, studying the intricate mechanisms.

"This place isn’t just a puzzle," she said, running her fingers over the gears. "It’s a test of precision."

As if in response to her words, the clock’s hands twitched, moving forward by a single tick. The sound echoed like a gunshot, causing the team to freeze.

"Time’s running out," Ghost said, glancing at Rook.

"Then let’s move faster," Rook replied, his voice firm.

Viper found a small drawer beneath the bar, hidden behind a layer of dust. Inside was an ornate key, its bow shaped like a clock hand. "Found it!" she called out, holding it up.

Shadow took the key and approached the door. "It fits here," she said, inserting it into a slot beneath the clock.

"Wait," Rook said, stopping her. "We need to set the time first—11:11. The inscription was clear."

The team worked together, manipulating the gears and levers to adjust the clock’s hands. When they finally aligned at 11:11, the room seemed to hold its breath. Shadow turned the key.

The clock chimed once, and the door creaked open, revealing a dark, spiraling corridor beyond.

"Here we go again," Rook muttered, leading the way into the unknown.

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