
The Static Bloom
## The Static Bloom The chipped porcelain felt cold against Leo Maxwell’s thumb. Not the teacup itself, though that was cool enough in the dim antique shop light, but the tiny mechanism nestled within its base. A lockpick – not…
## The Static Bloom The chipped porcelain felt cold against Leo Maxwell’s thumb. Not the teacup itself, though that was cool enough in the dim antique shop light, but the tiny mechanism nestled within its base. A lockpick – not…