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He almost tossed it. But his broken watch, the one his father had given him, flickered to life for a single second. The hands spun backward.

Leo looked down at the dull gear. It pulsed once—warm, like a heartbeat. spark 7 t

He slipped it into his watch.

He was about to leave when his boot caught on something. Not scrap. Not a wire. A box. It was small, lead-colored, and humming with a warmth that had no business being in a frozen scrap heap. He almost tossed it

The junkyard was quiet, save for the drip of condensation off rusted girders. Leo, a scavenger with quick fingers and a broken watch, hated the quiet. It meant the other scavengers had already picked the place clean. spark 7 t