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She sat up, her joints clicking like cooling metal. Around her lay a graveyard of clockwork birds, their brass wings frozen in mid-flight. She reached out, touching the cold metal of a hawk.

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The light didn't click on; it bled in, a slow capillary action of white against the void. Awaken. She sat up, her joints clicking like cooling metal