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Vane sighed, checking his flintlock. "With you, Nadezhda, it’s never just a simple retrieval mission, is it?"

"I told you, Captain," she said, her voice cutting through the hiss of the steam pipes. "The clockwork heart in the Great Tower wasn’t stolen by thieves. It was seduced." Vane sighed, checking his flintlock

Captain Vane leaned over the grease-stained table. "Seduced? It’s a ton of iron and magic, Mamaeva. It doesn't have feelings." checking his flintlock. "With you

The frost on the windows of the "Rusty Cog" tavern didn't just crawl; it etched itself into the glass like a frantic engraver. Inside, Nadezhda Nikolaevna—better known to the local constabulary as "The Lady of Levers"—adjusted her brass goggles. is it?" "I told you