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teeth, and tears poured from her eyes—but she took another step. “It makes you think you’re a thing. It makes you resign yourself to becoming a crude good. It makes things out of people so thoroughly, they…they don’t even know that they’ve become things. Even after you’re free, you don’t even know how to be free! It changes your reality, and you don’t know how to change it back!”

Another step.

“It’s a system,” she said. “A…device. Tevanne and the world it builds for us…it’s a machine.”

The safe was close now, and Clef was in her fingers, yet it felt like he weighed a thousand pounds. Screaming, she lifted her hand, extending her fingers, raising the golden key to the lock on the box. Clef was saying something to her, but she could not listen—the whole of her mind was devoted to resisting the effects of the imperiat.

“What are you doing?” cried Estelle. “Why must you ruin everything? Don’t I deserve this, don’t I deserve this after what my father and my husband put me through?”

Clef was almost in the keyhole now.

“I will give you,” Sancia breathed, “exactly what you deserve.”

She shoved Clef into the golden lock, and turned the key.

She was sure it would work. She was so, so sure she’d be victorious.

But then Clef started screaming.

* * *

It all happened in a blistering flash of a second.

Sancia turned the key, and she heard his voice, shouting:

Then his voice devolved into wordless, mindless shrieks of pain and fear.

She understood immediately. Clef had warned her about this for some time, after all—he’d said one day he’d decay, and fall apart, and every time she used him, he decayed a little more.

And opening Valeria’s box—that must have eroded the last bit of his strength.

Sancia screamed in despair and terror—and what she did next was purely instinctive: she tried to tamper with Clef, just as she had so many other scrived tools. But this took focus—and she’d never really focused on him before. Clef had always just been there, a presence within her, a voice in the back of her mind. Yet when she touched that presence, when she engaged with it, now at this most delicate moment, it opened and, and blossomed, and…

The world blurred.

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Sancia stood in the darkness, staring forward, breathing hard. She didn’t understand what had just happened. Mere seconds ago she’d been in the Mountain, Estelle was about to finish the ritual…and now Sancia was standing in what appeared to be a huge cavern, staring at a blank stone wall.

She looked around. The cavern wall was behind her, and the stone wall before her, its face dark and gleaming. Watery white light came from above, as if there were a gap somewhere in the top of the cavern.

“What in hell?” she said quietly.

A voice echoed through the cavern—Clef’s voice: “I suppose,” he said, “that this is a consequence of our bond.”

She looked around, startled. The huge cavern seemed empty and abandoned.

“Clef?” she called.

His voice echoed back to her: “Come and find me. It might take some walking. I’m at the center.”

She started walking along the wall. For a long while it seemed blank and solid, but then, finally, she came to a hole. The stone there appeared to have aged and rotted away, and she was able to push through. On the other side was a short gap, and then another wall.

She walked along this wall as well, pacing its long, smooth surface, until she came to another rotting hole in it. The stone was soft and crumbly, and much of the wall had collapsed. She was able to pass through easily—and on the other side of this, of course, was another wall.

And on the other side of that, another wall. And another. And another.

Until she came to the center.

She crawled through yet another hole in the wall, and she saw that at the center sat a machine. A huge machine. An impossibly complicated machine, a stupefying array of wheels and gears and chains and spokes, arranged in a tower. It was all stopped, all still and silent, yet she understood that it would only be still for a moment—soon it would begin to whirl and clatter and clank again.

Then there was a cough, and she saw—there was a gap below the device.

Sancia knelt, peered in, and gasped.

There was a man trapped in the gap, lying on his back beneath the machine—which