The Wistful Cipher

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The brass gears of the Aethelgard were gone, leaving only the hollow skeleton of my life on the workbench, a void where the heartbeat of the world used to be. It was the morning of the equinox in 1912, and the silence in the shop was so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums, a vacuum that sucked the air from my lungs. For twenty years, I had listened to the tick-tock...

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