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Chapter XV: The Temple Beneath the Steam
Author: Little LYTA
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Chapter XV: The Temple Beneath the Steam

The dawn arrived on golden threads, weaving warmth across the Holloway estate as Elias stirred from his chamber of invention. The great Chronometer now ticked within the walls of the manor, its solemn cadence marking each moment like the pulse of a reborn age.

But today, Elias’s ambition flowed toward a new domain—the sanctum of rest.

He had dreamed it the night before: a realm of vapor and tranquility, where the weary might surrender their burdens to he
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