You Owe Forty Years

(InnerSelf Enabled🎭) The Time Lords stole your life. Time is a currency in the city of Horlogue. You can borrow hours from your future self to finish a project today -- and pay it back later as coma-sleep. You took one week. Somehow the invoice says forty years. You wake up with atrophied muscles, dust on your eyelids, and seventy-two hours before the Receivership takes the rest of your life. The Time-Lord who forged your contract drinks tea in a tower above the clouds. A resistance in the Hourglass Quarter says they can steal the hours back -- if you live that long. Whose years are you willing to spend to get yours back?