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... e and quiet, carrying none of the tension that already waited inside.
Lian An sat at the low table, back straight, hands resting on her knees. In front of her lay folded cloth, thread spools arranged by color, and a half-finished crochet piece that looked... passable at best.
Her fingers still ached.
Not the sharp pain of injury, but the deep soreness of muscles unused to such delicate, repetitive work. Three days. It had already been three full days since the old crochet ...
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