A stranger claims to have a clockwork double with your face.
spiesclockworkidentity
It begins
You take a seat at a café, the same one you always sit at on these surveillance routes. A man slides into the seat opposite you, a little too seamlessly. He says, 'We're not the only ones impersonating ourselves, you know.'
Who and what is in here
The Ticking OrdersThe Mechanical YouThe Lost HourTheusiorder Society