The Distant Whispers

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The brass gears of the automaton tick with a rhythm that feels less like mechanical precision and more like the arrhythmic fluttering of a dying heart, a sound that has seeped into the very marrow of your bones over the last three months since Clara’s funeral. You are forty years old, Elias Vane, and you sit in the cramped, oil-stained workshop of Oakhaven, a city that smells perpetually of...

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