The Clockwork Cell
Leo lived in the heart of a machine. His world was a sphere of brass and steel, a complex arrangement of interlocking gears and oscillating pendulums. He didn't know how he had arrived here, or who had built this mechanical purgatory. He only knew the Rhythm. The Rhythm was everything. The slow, deep thrum of the Great Wheel; the rapid, metallic clicking of the escapement; the periodic hiss of...
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