The Glass Clockwork

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The silence of Vienna was not a void; it was a presence, a heavy, velvet curtain that had fallen over the city in a single, suffocating moment. Stefan sat in the center of the grand library of the Belvedere, surrounded by the scent of old parchment and the cold, clinical smell of the Cerebral Collapse. He was twelve, a child prodigy whose mind worked like a series of interlocking gears,...

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