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Elias pushed the door open, the bell chiming like a struck anvil. The air inside smelled of ozone and ancient rust. Behind the counter stood a woman with goggles propped on her forehead, meticulously weighing out a pile of copper curls.

"I need to buy metal shavings," Elias said, his voice barely a whisper. "The heavy kind. For the foundations." buy metal shavings

The shop was tucked between a bakery and a bookstore, its window display consisting of nothing but glass jars filled with what looked like stardust. Elias pushed the door open, the bell chiming