“He brought Ember down here,” Bones said, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “And over a week, he replaced the horse’s flesh. Muscle by muscle. Organ by organ. Copper pistons for lungs. A tiny furnace in the belly. A gearbox in the skull. He ‘improved’ him. Made him immortal. Made him silent. Made him efficient .”
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“Ember stands,” Bones said. “He has stood for two hundred years. He remembers grass. He remembers wind. He remembers the weight of a small, trusting child on his back. But he cannot move. The clockmaker’s gears seized decades ago. He is a statue of regret. The rose is his soul, bleeding one petal at a time. When the last petal falls… he will finally stop remembering.” “He brought Ember down here,” Bones said, his