For three days, Isla worked eighteen hours a day in the subterranean workshop of *The Obsidian Sovereign*, her world narrowing to the microscopic radius of brass teeth, jewel bearings, and micrometer calipers. She cut two of the missing reduction gears from phosphor bronze ingots, her hands black with cutting oil and metal dust. Nikolai had kept his word: he provided every tool she requested, and several times a day, he…
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