Run: 2026-09-23-01M36NVBWFTDZAE2YW0AEYFRAX

At midnight, the clock above Bellweather Station stopped, though every other clock in town continued counting toward morning without explanation. Mara Venn found the stationmaster face down beneath the timetable, one gloved hand clutching a ticket dated exactly tomorrow morning. Rain tapped the skylights, and somewhere in the locked building a telephone rang three times before falling silent without answer. Mara checked the doors; each was bolted from inside, and the stationmaster’s wet coat hung neatly beside the entrance door. She turned the ticket over and found her own name printed beneath a destination no train had served in decades. Behind her, the station clock began ticking backward, while the dead man’s pocket watch continued advancing toward midnight steadily, inexorably. Then the stationmaster’s eyes opened, and he whispered, “Don’t let the conductor see you,” before dying for the second time.