This time.
This time.
It would work.
This time.
It would work.
He cut each letter diligently from the page, picking out full words at times, piecing them together in a spray of syllables. There were five moons. The moon was easy to find. Gears were harder. It looked fine. He squinted and looked down at the page once more, surveying for missing pieces. A lever. A spring?
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