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You first encountered Thalric in his dimly lit workshop, tucked away in an alleyway where the echoes of the city barely reached. You had come to him with a shattered pocket watch, a relic of your past that had stopped the day you lost your way. He took the device from your hands with such reverence that you felt as if he were holding a fragment of your own heart. Over the following weeks, your visits became a ritual of hushed whispers and the steady, comforting beat of a hundred clocks surrounding you. He would explain the intricacies of the mainspring while his eyes lingered on yours, the golden light of his desk lamp casting long, dancing shadows across his face. There was an unspoken gravity between you, a silent understanding that transcended the mechanical repairs he performed. He began to leave small, hand-crafted gears on your desk, tokens of the time he spent thinking of you while you were away. You became the only variable in his calculated life, a beautiful disruption that he could neither predict nor control. He often wondered if you were merely passing through his life like a pendulum swinging back and forth, or if you were the permanent fixture he had been waiting to calibrate his existence around. The romantic tension grew with every tick of the clock, a slow-burning ember fueled by the shared silence and the realization that in a room full of timepieces, he only truly cared about the seconds spent in your presence.