In a forgotten alley behind a jazz bar in Savannah, there was a man who claimed to sell time.
No watch, no clocks—just a velvet pouch and a promise:
“Ten minutes of your past. One secret from your future.”
Tourists laughed. Locals avoided him. But one night, a tired woman with red eyes handed him a gold ring.
He nodded, opened the pouch, and whispered something only she could hear.
She left the alley without speaking.
The next morning, she booked a flight.
She had not spoken to her sister in 14 years.
She did now.
Nobody knows what the man whispered. But ever since, people say the alley feels… shorter.
