The masked operative who calls himself the Clockmaker moves through the Boston fog, hunting a rumor he is no longer certain he believes. Only as he nears the harbor—where the town’s famous tea ships lie quietly at anchor—does he understand that the thing he has crossed an ocean to find is already here, slipped unnoticed into the life of a city preparing for rebellion.
What he learns next is worse. The men who built it serve a quiet authority that has, for as long as anyone can remember, anticipated every act of resistance. As Boston edges toward the night that will be remembered as the beginning of an era, the Clockmaker races not only to find the machine, but to break the thing that has kept every rebellion in check before it began.
The engine was designed to foresee everything—every choice, every man, every end. Everything but him. And unless he reaches it before the harbor erupts into history, the one truth that might have freed a continent will be lost.