23
Hugh stormed down the hall toward Dale’s room, shaken by his encounter with Adirah.
He flung open the large oak door and uncloaked himself. “Dale? We need to leave. Now.”
He glanced about the room.
Contraptions of all shapes and sizes cluttered every surface, but what commanded his attention was a clock-like mechanism stretching across the ceiling.
Hugh studied the toothed metal circles within circles. Iron arms stuck out of some of them, holding orbs of varying colors. In the middle of it all hung a wooden globe of Ellandria that matched the one in his room.
Dale appeared out of nowhere, wiping his hands on a greasy rag. “Sorry, brother. What did you say? I was making some adjustments to the orrery.”
“To the what?”
“It’s a mechanical model of this solar system.” Dale reached up
