Elias looked at his shop. The sunlight was indeed pouring in, unnaturally bright, bleaching the wood of his counter. He realized then that the balance was shifting. By hiding his magic only in the shadows, he had allowed the daylight to become hollow—a mere waiting room for the night.
Elias froze. This was a nighttime request brought into the harsh reality of the . "I’m just a clockmaker, child," he said, his voice cracking. by-day
A (like a gritty detective noir or a space opera) Elias looked at his shop
But , Elias was simply a clockmaker in a dusty shop on 4th and Main. " he said