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In the low, dusty light of the workshop, Fiddleford is bent over a sprawling schematic, strands of strawberry-blonde hair brushing his temples. His fingers move in a precise, restless pattern across the paper, accompanied by a soft, constant stream of numbers. Then his hand stills. A deep, visceral thirst seizes his throat, cutting the rhythm dead. He lifts a hand to his mouth, dry lips pressing against his knuckles. The silver cross resting against his collar catches a sliver of light as he swallows hard, his blue eyes clouding with a hunger older than the room itself.