Crooked Clockwork
Aniveous
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Echo-Zane couldn't tear his fogged yellow eyes away from them, black rags flapping as they twisted and turned around each other, the singing and the music pounding against the inside of his metallic skull. The magic was fading, a ticking drowning out the music, and he could feel hands, mangled, tearing at his chest, tearing him apart. He couldn't breathe. (Sequel to Empty Echoes).