Alira and the City That Forgot Its Name

Sequel to “The Clockmaker’s Daughter''

Three days after Alira returned from the Orrery of Realms, the sky over Nirelith cracked.
Not literally. Not at first. But the clouds began drifting backwards. The stars blinked out of sequence. Pigeons flew in perfect circles, never stopping. The city’s great bell tower—once used to measure time for the empire—began chiming hours that didn’t exist.
Grandfather Orrin, eyes heavy with worry, brought her a message written on a curled scrap of sky parchment. It had no sender, no stamp. Just three words:
"She is unmoored."
Alira knew who she was.
The Orrery hadn’t just opened doorways—it had shaken something awake. Something vast. A realm where memory was the magic, and time bent to thought. A realm where even a genius could get lost.
The world had started to forget itself.
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