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... airy tales.
Aiah stood before it, arms resting loosely at her sides. Her eyes traced the lines of darkwood and steel, each piece reforged, not for beauty, but for meaning. There were no gemstones, no ornate carvings. Just sturdy joints, burnished grain, and metal darkened by heat.
It wasn’t uncomfortable. It was honest.
Built by the people. Shaped by pain, fire, and resolve.
Her fingers brushed the edge of the armrest. She hesitated, then slowly sat.
"It’s ...
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