Chloe nodded, her mind already racing. She pulled a compact toolkit from her satchel and began to adjust the gears’ tension, smoothing out the jagged edges. Maximo, meanwhile, deciphered the hidden patterns etched onto each gear—tiny runes that indicated the direction of rotation and the sequence needed to calm the machine.
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