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It's dark out back, by the lake, and the night breezes carries a series of clanking sounds.
Someone is kneeling by the water's edge, carefully assembling a machine. Up close, it looks a little like something Hayao Miyazaki and Diana Wynne Jones might vomit up, if they were in the habit of conjoined vomiting. Which they probably aren't.
Someone is kneeling by the water's edge, carefully assembling a machine. Up close, it looks a little like something Hayao Miyazaki and Diana Wynne Jones might vomit up, if they were in the habit of conjoined vomiting. Which they probably aren't.