The workshop smelled like metal and lemon oil—Motchill’s favorite scent for calming the humming servos. Wires looped from ceiling beams like lazy vines, and a single window caught late-afternoon light in a thin, honest strip across the concrete floor. Motchill, who preferred to be called Mott, kept her toolbox on a low cart and a battered thermos in a cup holder bolted to the workbench. People called her a mechanic because she could fix anything with a stubborn heartbeat: bikes, door locks, the town’s temperamental street clock. They didn’t know the truth. She fixed other things too.

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