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The sun reflected off the grassy plains perfectly. The town of Cren seemed a lot smaller from Vance's perch on top of the Clocktower. This was Vance's favorite spot. The beautiful view, the isolation, everything seemed so at peace here. Even someone as crazy as Vance occasionally needed to get away and just relax. "Hey!" Vance looked town to see a guy about his age yelling at him. "How'd you get up there?" Vance grinned. The door to the tower had been sealed years ago. It's why most people thought it was haunted. It meant the only way up was to climb it. "It's an easy climb!" The teen standing below just shook his head at the response. "I'll be down in a sec!" Getting down was far harder than getting up. The tower went up in a perfect square except about a fourth of the way down there was a circular outcrop with a railing surrounding the tower. The original purpose was probably so people could get a good look at the view. However with the tower locked up it was simply a hindrance. Vance vaulted over the railing like he was gonna jump off the tower, however he twisted his wrist and caught himself. This left him hanging off the ledge. He dropped himself from the railing and caught himself of the floor of the outcrop. He swung slightly and pressed his feet up against the wall of the tower. Then he let go of the outcrop. Vance fell about three feet before managing to catch himself on one of the wall's cracks. The rest of the climb down was uneventful, Vance knew what he was doing. Upon landing Vance pulled a cigarette out. "Got a light?"
The other teen stared for a second, stunned by Vance's nonchalant question. He eventually pulled out a lighter and lit up Vance's cigarette. Vance put the death stick to his lip and then released a cloud of smoke. "So, what's up?"
The other teen waved the smoke from his face. "Irene is looking for you."
Vance dropped the cigarette and stomped on it. "What the hell? Why didn't you say that before? Now I smell of smoke, man!" He turned his heel and took off. He was headed towards Cren, the city of gears. As he ran a necklace with a wrench pendant bounced against his neck.