The brass had gone cold three days before anyone noticed. Mira noticed on the fourth.
She'd spent her whole apprenticeship learning that the engines never went cold — not truly, not down in the marrow of them — because the alchemical current running beneath the Old Quarter didn't know how to stop any more than a heart knows how to stop mid-beat while its owner still breathes.
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