He didn't know what he was looking for. He knew he'd find nothing. The pieces were perfect, crafted and meticulously cut from the finest metals. They gleamed in the light of the table's single candle, reflecting the shifting shadows that flicked across the room. He'd never seen anything like them in all his yearsmuch less held such things in his handsand Thomas' aged heart beat furiously as he gazed at them through the glass.
The Pale Gentleman hadn't been lying There was certainly something special about these parts
Elizabeth, the old watchmaker prayed silently, I hope