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The Chronomechs (3)

Pushing him forward the old man shouted, “Run you fool…Run!”
Lucian stumbled through his shop, wooden counter-tops flashing past him as he ran for his life.
He could hear each hissing, thundering step of the Chronomech as it burst through the shop door. Stopping, Lucian turned to glimpse the old man standing valiantly before the machine. It was a long, thin brass contraption with legs and arms similar to an insect. It’s head towered over the old man’s outstretched hand, thin and daggerlike.
“I command you to stop,” the old man shouted as a cloud of steam enveloped him. With a grinding of gears the Chronomech reached down and gripped him in it’s needle-thin fingers. Picking the old man up the machine lowered the tip of it’s head to the old man’s chest. Lucian stood still, rooted in horror as the old man began to age rapidly before his very eyes. When it was done, the machine held up the left over dried skin. Then, as it tossed the empty shell aside it turned it’s head slowly in Lucian’s direction.

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