
The Iron Hand of Clara Vale
Clara Vale’s fingers trembled as she adjusted the last gear on the contraption, the scent of oil and scorched metal thick in the air. The workshop hummed with the low groan of steam valves, a sound she’d come to know…
Clara Vale’s fingers trembled as she adjusted the last gear on the contraption, the scent of oil and scorched metal thick in the air. The workshop hummed with the low groan of steam valves, a sound she’d come to know…