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The small gnome took an even smaller creature from his pocket. A bronze insect, whirring with the sound of spinning gears and machinations. He tapped it gently, as if to pet it, and it sputtered up into the air with a new purpose. Its glass base glowed with an unexpected brilliance, and its wings and eyes followed suit with a similar light. Among the drips and uneasy silence in the cave, the steady hum of the gnome's crafty artificery was a reassuring constant.

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