"One more turn," she whispered, her voice rasping from the dry air.
"Lost causes," she muttered with a sharp, defiant grin, "are the only ones worth fighting for." Then, she vanished into the fog. josi valentine
With a delicate silver wrench, she tightened a microscopic bolt. The machine shuddered. A rhythmic thump-thump echoed through the room, growing steady and warm. A soft amber glow began to bleed from the gears, illuminating the smudge of grease on her nose. "One more turn," she whispered, her voice rasping