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One rainy Tuesday, Silas accidentally dropped a single blue button into the machine’s top funnel.
It wasn’t a word anyone could easily say without tripping over their own tongue, which was exactly how Silas liked it. The machine was a brass-plated sphere the size of a pumpkin, covered in tiny, retractable silver needles and smelling faintly of ozone and cinnamon toast.
Silas didn’t know what it did. He had found it in a shipwreck off the coast of Nowhere, and for three years, he had tried to make it "zip." He had oiled its Beaus-hinges, polished its ghab-plates, and whispered secrets into its bi-zip intake.
