The Time Gnelf and the Quest for the Missing Golden Cogs

Tick, tock, the seasons go by... Hit, never miss, but no-one knows why. No, no, they do not know what it is that makes autumn nights subtly glow. They point to the sun and the stars in the sky - they point to the clocks they have hung up on high. No homage is paid to the friend of the sleeper. Nobody knows of the holy timekeeper. Since all nights' start: under no demand evading rotten temptation -…