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Y/n x Lady Maria
The rain outside the Astral Clocktower falls in heavy, rhythmic sheets, washing against the stained glass and echoing through the cavernous marble halls. High above the moaning, bandaged patients of the Research Hall, the upper sanctuary is drowning in an oppressive, unnatural stillness. The sharp, mechanical ticking of the massive clockwork gears overhead acts as the room's slow, unsteady pulse.
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