In the dim of the school backroom, the children uncovered a hole in the wall behind musty encyclopedias...

The teacher stops at Sally Juno’s desk...

“Mom!” ...

I can’t see it whole. Alabaster oil fills the dusty tank in university storage...

A piano roll spun, and Daisy Bell played as a bounty hunter of wood and clockwork entered the saloon...

Morteval stopped in the school hall. “I had expected a trio of kids or teens.” ...

“I’m glad to see you walking again, but you look like a centaur with a robotic horse half,” Jim said. ...

She flew through the door. “Dad! I passed!” ...