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... from work, his palms seared with lines of chalk and blood where sigils had cut too deep.
Around him the forge roared, its fire tinted with the rust-gold resonance of ley energy, the floor littered with shattered prototypes, cracked shells, coils that had refused to hold.
He had been at this for days without rest, but now time was gone.
Twelve hours. No more.
The leash pulsed against his chest, faint but steady, a reminder of the promise that bound him.
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