Andylynn - Payne

Prologue

One crisp autumn morning, as amber leaves swirled outside, a stranger arrived at the shop. He was a traveler clad in a long coat, his eyes hidden behind round spectacles. He placed a peculiar brass pocket watch on the counter and said, “I need this fixed before the moon reaches its zenith. It belongs to a woman who waits for time to turn back.” andylynn payne