The Quantum Carousel

1927. A world of sepia-toned skies and gleaming brass, where Tesla-powered airships cast long shadows over cobbled streets patrolled by clockwork automatons. At the heart of this steam-powered marvel stands the Quantum Carousel, a breathtaking Victorian contraption concealing a secret that could shatter time itself.
Livia Corbin, a brilliant engineer, discovers the carousel is no mere carnival ride, but a time machine capable of altering history. Its creator, the enigmatic Arcturus Finch, dreams of a utopian future sculpted by erasing humanity's darkest moments. But who decides which memories deserve to fade?  Livia's fascination quickly turns to dread as she grapples with the moral implications of Finch's grand design.
Suddenly, Livia is thrust into a clandestine war for control of the carousel. Rival empires crave its power, envisioning a future dominated by temporal supremacy.  The Temporal Purists, a shadowy organization, rise from the fringes, determined to preserve the sanctity of the timeline at any cost. And then there’s Nicholas Tucker, a chrononaut haunted by fragmented memories of a fractured future, his cryptic warnings hinting at the devastating consequences of tampering with time.
Allied with Holly Pearson, a daring airship pilot and smuggler, Livia races against the clock to unravel the carousel's mysteries.  Their pursuit takes them from clandestine workshops humming with Tesla coils, to opulent dirigible docks teeming with spies, and into forgotten archives where dusty tomes whisper secrets of forgotten technologies. But the deeper Livia delves, the more she realizes the carousel is not just a machine; it’s a sentient entity, learning, adapting, and perhaps even manipulating those who seek to control it. 
Caught between empires and zealots, Livia faces an impossible choice: rewrite history or risk a future where the very fabric of time has unravelled. Can she and Holly outwit their pursuers and find a way to control the carousel before its power consumes them all?  The fate of time hangs in the balance.