One evening, a woman arrived bringing with her the scent of ozone and something sweet, like lavender and ozone. She didn't offer a name, only a package wrapped in heavy, yellowed paper.
Elias showed her the light. "It's pointing to the tower, but that was torn down last year." One evening, a woman arrived bringing with her
Elias looked down at the silver coin. It was perfectly cold, and on its face, it was dated 2045—thirty years into the future. He went back inside, closed the door, and decided that perhaps some things were better off broken, or maybe just left to their own time. The rain continued, but for the first time in years, the workshop felt too quiet. ? Sci-fi/futuristic ? only a package wrapped in heavy