Synopsis

Gwen scrubbed the copper pot, the familiar scent of soapy water doing little to lift her spirits. Each swirl of the sponge felt like another step away from the gears and diagrams that populated her mind, the world she truly wanted to inhabit. She’d spend stolen moments sketching contraptions on scraps of parchment – fantastical devices fueled by steam and ingenuity – while ostensibly polishing silverware. It was a dangerous pastime, this dreaming. A kitchen maid wasn't supposed to dream of inv