Though long abandoned, the machines lurched for a moment before sputtering to life. Giant gears creaked and groaned as they gained the momentum that possessed so many years ago. Rust flaked and descended through errant beams of life, giving the workshop the appearance of a copper snowstorm. The scent of wear filled the room.
Across town, the butterflies were back.
Across town, the butterflies were back.
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