She kept the wrench on her nightstand. Just in case.
Behind it was a staircase leading down into darkness. The air that wafted up smelled like old copper and lightning storms. The staircase descended for what felt like hours. Nora used her phone's flashlight, but the beam barely cut through the gloom. Finally, she reached a circular chamber. The walls were lined with gears—thousands of them, from tiny brass cogs to iron wheels the size of wagon tires. They turned slowly, grinding against each other, and in the center of the room stood the clock. the house with a clock in its walls putlocker
The man smiles. "Silas Vane. The family says he disappeared in the 1790s, but I got this letter last week. Dated 1789." She kept the wrench on her nightstand
Nora looks down at the wrench in her pocket. Then she looks at the man's eager, hopeful face. The air that wafted up smelled like old
Nora looked at the clock. 46 hours, 58 minutes.