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20 Terminus, 23 December 1871 Devon checked the ballroom one last time before the servants allowed the guests to enter. He didn’t think there was anything amiss, but he didn’t want to take any chances that the scene from the Tinkerer’s Ball would repeat itself. Never mind that as of yet, no one had heard anything from the missing people, and now they had a complete list. Most of the names were of the tinkerers from the guild’s roster, a few servants, and a fair number of wives and daughters. Devon couldn’t figure out why they’d all been taken, and it definitely bewildered him that no one had asked for ransom. Certainly there were families willing to pay. He would even chip in for some of them. The search of the Lillet household hadn’t turned up anything, not even an aetherized nutcracke