The Clockmaker's Daughter

Spindlewood, like most towns of age, has its traditions.

But no practice, custom, or Old Wives Warning is so firmly adhered to as ‘The Turning of the Key’.

Every year, on the last night of winter, as the first day of spring unfolds, the townsfolk gather to take part in a strange ritual.

They meet in the centre of the town square, where a statue bearing the likeness of a young girl stands, poised and still, one hand raised as if to toast the sky.

Constance has stood in the square for as long as any can remember.

And she is never more life like than tonight.