🕰️The Clock Between Worlds | Issue #3

 

October 2nd, 2025 | When the Veil Begins to Break 🎃Editor’s Note: The Veil is Thinning 🌒

October has arrived. The air has sharpened, the nights stretch long, and Burrington breathes louder than ever.

This is the month where stories wake up. Where whispers crawl through walls and memory refuses to sleep. For Burrington, October is not just a season, it is the one time of year when the veil is so fragile you can almost feel it in your fingertips.

The town is already cursed. Its borders already thin. But on the approach to Halloween, the seams weaken further, and the boundary between life and memory, between shadow and breath, becomes something you can almost hear ticking.

This month, The Clock Between Worlds will carry you deeper. You will meet Silas Glaston again, the mayor who watched the town rise and sink into its own sorrow. You’ll walk the streets of Burrington on its most dangerous night, with a companion who is not what they seem. You’ll glimpse corners of the town captured in five short stories bound together in The Hollowed Hours. And you’ll be reminded that while the second book of the series is still finding its shape, Burrington is not silent-its stories are already waiting for you.

October is not safe. But perhaps that’s why you’re here.

Spotlight Feature: Silas Glaston’s Legacy 🕯️The Founding Mayor & Fragments of Glaston

To know Burrington is to know Silas Glaston. He is its shape, its first voice, and its warning.

In The Founding Mayor, readers step back into the moment Burrington’s bones were still fresh, timber being raised, homes etched out of land that already carried an older grief. Glaston is not a ghost here, not yet, but his presence feels inevitable, as though he was already writing himself into legend.

This short story lets you walk beside him, not as his confidant, but as an observer of what it meant to build a town that did not want to be built. The stones, the river, the soil: all of it whispered. And Glaston, for reasons of his own, refused to listen.

Then comes Fragments of Glaston, a book not of story but of shadows. It is a guided descent into Burrington’s truths, delivered not in one straight line but in fragments, broken pieces of a man who thought he was creating permanence and instead sowed the seeds of collapse. This book does not entertain. It unsettles. It places you in Glaston’s thoughts, in the cracks of his town, in the silence between his words.

Together, these two works open a doorway. Not the one you expect, but one you’ll wish you could close once you’ve peered through. Find them here Minds In Design Store 

Midnight in Burrington 🌌A Walk Through the Town, October 31st, 1826 - 12:01 AM

The streets of Burrington are never still, not even in silence. But on Halloween night, they breathe differently.

Step forward. The year is 1826. Midnight has just passed, and the air is heavy, waiting. The church bells have struck twelve, their echo still quivering in the stone. A fog settles low, hugging the cobblestones, and in it lies a tension you can’t explain.

A child approaches. Small, barefoot, eyes too wide for their face. They do not tell you their name. They simply reach out a hand.

“Come,” they whisper, though their lips hardly move. “The town looks different tonight.”

You follow. What choice do you have?

They lead you past shuttered homes, each window glowing faintly with candlelight though no shadows move inside. The air tastes of smoke, but no fire burns. Somewhere distant, a lullaby drifts through the mist, sung in a voice too strained to soothe.

The child points at the schoolhouse. Its windows flicker though no lessons are taught at this hour. “They say children play inside,” the child murmurs, “but they never leave when the sun rises.”

You glance at them, unsettled, but their gaze is fixed ahead.

Further on, you hear laughter-but when you turn a corner, the street is empty. The fog swallows sound in strange ways here.

The child pauses before the river. “This is where time folds,” they say, their small hand tightening around yours. “On nights like this, you can almost see the cracks.”

You look down into the black water. For a moment, you swear the current flows in two directions at once. Reflections ripple, showing faces not your own, lives not lived. A girl bending to pick up a book. A man screaming into the dark. A mother calling for a child who doesn’t answer.

The child tugs you away. Their steps are faster now, urgent. You pass the inn, the square, the orchard. Shadows move where no one stands. The air is filled with whispers, each one a fragment of memory-but none of them complete.

And then the church bell strikes once. Just once. 12:01.

You turn to ask the child what it means. But their hand is gone. The space beside you is empty. The fog has swallowed them.

Only then do you realize the truth: the child was never living. You walked Burrington with a ghost.

The air grows colder. The veil has thinned, and you were permitted only a glimpse. The rest waits in silence. For now.

Feature: The Hollowed Hours

Halloween is not one story in Burrington. It is many, layered and colliding.

The Hollowed Hours is a collection of five tales, each set on October 31st, 1826. Five corners of the same night. Five breaths in the same cursed hour.

You will not read them as chapters of one tale, but as pieces of a shattered mirror. Each reflects a different face of Burrington; horror, suspense, dread, sorrow, and the uncanny that lingers in silence. To walk through them is to be fractured. To understand them is to realize they are all happening at once.

Reading them feels like standing in a single haunted house, but in five different rooms, each one echoing with its own ghosts. And every door leads back into the same darkness.

You are not asked to buy your way into Burrington. You are invited to step in, knowing that you cannot leave unchanged. Find the collection here The Hollowed Hours 

Series Update: The Day That Broke Time 

The second book in the Where Time Can’t Exist series has begun its journey. The writing is in its earliest breath, a foundation being laid. It will take time, as all things in Burrington do. Time here is never simple.

But silence does not mean emptiness. While you wait for The Day That Broke Time, the town offers fragments for you to explore:

The Withering Orchard (short story)

The Founding Mayor (short story)

The Hollowed Hours (short story collection)

Fragments of Glaston (behind-the-scenes)

Through the Cracks (behind-the-scenes)

Before the Clock Broke (behind-the-scenes)

Paper Ghosts: Volume 2 (letters from the dead)

Each is a shard. Each contains truth. Together, they prepare you for the moment when the town breaks further and the curse spreads wider. Short stories and collections are available on Amazon. While short stories, collections and behind-the-scenes content are all available at the Minds In Design Store

October Announcement: Shadows for Less 🪦

This month, the town is generous; though generosity in Burrington is never without its price.

Throughout October, every piece of Burrington. Its stories, its letters, its guides, will be offered at a discount. A chance to step into the town more easily. A chance to carry more of its weight with you.

And not everything comes with cost. October will also bring free content: glimpses behind the veil, secrets whispered in newsletters, fragments posted for those who linger too long in the dark.

But remember: when Burrington offers a gift, it always wants something in return.

Closing Words: Leaving the Town 🌕

You have walked with a ghost tonight. You have glimpsed Glaston’s legacy, peered into the Hollowed Hours, and been reminded that October is Burrington’s most dangerous breath.

The town does not thank you for visiting. It remembers you. It carries you now, the way it carries all who step within its borders.

This month will be long. It will be full. And it will be haunted.

When you close this letter, listen closely to the silence around you. If you hear a clock ticking where none should be, do not be afraid. It is only Burrington, reminding you that you are already part of its story.

Until next time,
- Makitia

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