Title: The Clockmaker's Silence
The smog of London did not merely drift; it clung, a grey shroud that muffled the screams of the industrial revolution. Julian sat in the center of his workshop, surrounded by a thousand ticking hearts of brass and steel. In his palm rested the Celestial Gear, a sliver of iridescent metal that pulsed with a rhythm not of this earth. He had not intended to become a god. He had only wanted to fix...
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