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Elias had always preferred the silence of his workshop to the noise of the village. He was a man of precision, a restorer of antique clocks who understood the steady, predictable heartbeat of gears and springs.

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She left the watch on the counter and walked out before he could refuse again. Elias had always preferred the silence of his

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One Tuesday, a young woman named Maya marched into his shop, her boots clicking sharply against the hardwood. She carried a sleek, digital smart-watch with a shattered screen.