As she stood, the clockwork birds began to twitch. One by one, their sapphire eyes flickered to life. They didn't fly; they crawled, a sea of clicking brass teeth and sharp talons dragging toward her. "Run," the pulse said.
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The light didn't click on; it bled in, a slow capillary action of white against the void. Awaken.
