Maegan Angerine smiled, and poured herself another cup of tea.
The clock’s interior was a cathedral of gears. She climbed inside through the maintenance hatch and sat cross-legged on a wooden beam, her breath fogging in the dim light. The mechanism was not broken, she realized. It was waiting. Maegan Angerine
Maegan read it once. Twice. Then she did something no one else had thought to do. She did not oil or turn or force. She placed her palm flat against the cold brass and said, very softly, “I know. I remember too.” Maegan Angerine smiled, and poured herself another cup