Part 88: Clock Tower

Amid the stillness of the abandoned city, a towering structure rose defiantly, its presence dominating the desolate landscape. Dwarf, our reluctant guide, identified it as the city's clock tower – a sentinel that had witnessed the passage of time, even amidst the emptiness that surrounded it. Dwarf's words drew our attention skyward, where the tower's peak disappeared into the clouds.

"It's time to set things right," Dwarf declared. "The clock needs adjusting, and the city must hear its voice once more."

Ascending the tower required determination, a trait we had in ample supply. We embarked on the ascent, each step a testament to our tenacity. Doctor's wry sense of humor came to the fore as he christened our journey upward as climbing the "sky leader." Laughter mixed with exhaustion, and yet, we pressed on, for we knew that our destination held significance beyond the physical challenge it posed.