Steam hissed from the brass joints of the locomotive as it screeched into EF City’s station, cloaking the platform in a cloud of soot and possibility. Through the fog stepped a woman clad in oil-streaked leather and copper-laced goggles perched atop wild auburn curls. Her name was Thalia Gearhart—tinkerer, rogue inventor, and unapologetic seeker of the curious and unconventional. With a clockwork raven ticking softly on her shoulder and a satchel full of half-finished gadgets clinking at her hip, she surveyed the sprawling city with a crooked grin. EF City pulsed with mechanical marvels and rumors of forbidden tech—exactly the kind of place where adventure sparks like flint against steel.
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