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“No,” she said, pressing the bottle until a bead of blood ran down Creighton’s neck. “I’m the one who’s going to bury him. But first, I need your uncle’s dynamite, your horse, and that broken machine upstairs.”

He found the splintered door. The empty chair. And on the floor, a single brass gear from the Threesixtyp, still warm. 1923 Season 1 - Threesixtyp

“You’re the Dutton,” she said, not a question. “No,” she said, pressing the bottle until a