Short Story. 1166 Words. Suspense/Horror. A seasoned night watchman notices the mist moving against the wind, an unnatural silence settling over the Wastes. As he peers into the darkness, unease grows—a creeping tension in the air that feels heavier than any night he's known. The distant lights of Steelwatch flicker in the background, but the stillness around him holds its ground, as if watching, waiting.
Last Watch
Behind an unmarked door in Steelwatch's winding alleys, The Clockwork Lounge serves as an exclusive sanctuary where mechanical ingenuity meets steampunk elegance—a hidden speakeasy where the city's elite gather to enjoy rare spirits and the ethereal tunes of a self-playing orchestra.
The Clockwork Lounge
In the heart of Steelwatch, The Brass Dispatch serves as both an official post office and, under Postmaster Lockhart's careful guidance, a secret network for forbidden correspondence. The Postmaster now seeks your help in connecting lost letters with their rightful recipients—but remember, Lord Solomon must never discover this lifeline of whispered hopes.