The Watchmaker's Will"
Anaya cried out, dropping the brass pocket watch onto her lap.
Through her denim jeans, she could feel the searing heat radiating from the metal. The twelve runic symbols around the dial were glowing with a fierce, blinding crimson light, and the golden hands were spinning backward so fast they were nothing but a blur.
From the back seat, Vikram frantically tapped on his laptop, his screen reflecting a chaotic cascade of shifting algorithms. "The data-shard we extracted from the cylinder... it’s broadcasting a distress signal! It’s communicating directly with the pocket watch. Anaya, your grandfather didn't just hide information in that vault. The shard is an override key!"