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In Oliver Twist, Fagin’s golems were powered by — of course — stolen pocket watches.

Sarah remembered her grandfather’s easy smile as she had complained to him about this grave injustice. He had given her a big hug that smelled, as it always did, of cigar smoke and clay and Grandfather, then said, “Would that were the most ignorant thing Mr Dickens had ever graced us with, my love.”

Read at Expanded Horizons and in Heiresses of Russ 2012: The Year’s Best Lesbian Speculative Fiction (Lethe Press, 2012).