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Chapter 4 Shadows of deceit
possibilities. The man from her father's workshop was working with someone else
her's journal across the table. The sketches of clocks, cryptic notes, and hidden compa
heart pounding. She hadn't told anyone where she was st
whispered, unl
the threshold. His dark hair was disheveled, and his coat w
nd then... I heard someone was asking questions about
t stop now. Whoever killed my father is after something. Someth
o the table. "That's h
d papers. "I think this watch is a key. It has to
gs with the care of someone who had spent years learning the
ese sketches. The compartments, the mechanisms, they're all s
the journal. "If we're going to figure this out,
t like stepping into a trap, but Thomas was right. It wa
nce. The workshop sat in shadows, its door hanging slightly ajar. Emilia's breath
omas whispered,
taking in the shattered glass and overturned furniture. Her father's too
e narrowing. "Look at this," he said, pointing
clock was old, its face adorned with Roman numerals and delicate han
looking for
mall, barely noticeable buttons hidden within the carvi
ngers trembled as she opened it, revea
mas said, his voi
t just a map, it was a guide to something hidden, so
oed through the workshop. The door slamm
hissed, grab
rned furniture and shattered glass. Emilia clutched the map
outed, and the sound o
arrow passage. They crouched behind a stack of crat
of the night. Whoever these people were, they wouldn'
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