The workshop held its breath. For a second, nothing happened. Then, a single blue LED on the board began to pulse—a steady, rhythmic heartbeat. The brass gears of the Chronos began to hum, spinning with a precision that manual winding could never achieve. "It's alive," Kael whispered.
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