Clock of the talk

Previously

…“Six fix tick lick kick flick pick click Rick to tick flick, pick to lick before you kick…” Lew froze, his blood running cold. The Clockwork Croaker’s influence, it seemed, was far from over. The knight’s perilous flight had been a warning, a fleeting glimpse into the chaos that lurked beneath the surface. And now, as the night deepened, another broken rhyme began to weave its way into the fabric of his reality. The fight for his tune, he realized with a sinking heart, was far from over. It was just beginning.