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Elara took his hands in hers, feeling the cool metal of her creation and the warmth of his skin beneath. "It was a labor of love, Silas," she said softly. "And the trannies are free. Just promise me you'll keep creating."

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"I heard you make things move again," Silas said, showing her his trembling hands. Elara took his hands in hers, feeling the