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Katerina lived in a world that ran on gears and whispers. As a fixer in the lower city, she could repair anything from a broken automatical sparrow to a grand grandfather clock. But Katerina felt as rusty as the scrap metal she worked with. Every day was the same—polishing brass, tightening screws, and dreaming of the open sky.

Katerina felt a strange pull. She realized she, too, was the sprout in the darkness. Ignoring the whispers of her neighbors, she decided to stop "pivoting" in place and took the clockwork garden to the highest point in the city—the old, abandoned observatory. katericka

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