The static in the air was thick, a physical weight that usually preceded a breakthrough or a blown fuse. Elara adjusted her goggles, the green glow of her terminal reflecting in the glass. On the workbench sat the "Heart of the Chronos"—a brass-bound device intended to bridge the gap between eras.
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"You're sure about this?" Kael asked, leaning against the doorframe of the workshop. "A modern chip for a clockwork relic?"