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"I don't do electronics," Elias said, his voice as dry as old parchment. "I restore things that have a soul."

Maya didn't flinch. "My grandfather said you were the only one who actually understood how time works. He said if anyone could find a way to bridge the gap between what's broken and what's worth keeping, it was you." bristle at

Elias looked at the plastic casing and the tangled circuitry beneath the glass. He felt himself the sight of it. To him, a machine that could be "obsolete" in three years wasn't a timepiece; it was a distraction. He prided himself on mechanisms that could outlive their owners if given proper care. "I don't do electronics," Elias said, his voice