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... ’s courtyard, warm and golden, but Lian An felt none of its comfort.
She sat near the window, back straight, shoulders tense, a half-finished crochet scarf pooled in her lap like an accusation. The yarn was soft—too soft—slipping between her fingers no matter how tightly she tried to control it. Her hands ached. Her fingers felt stiff, unfamiliar, clumsy.
She stared at the uneven stitches.
They were bad.
No—worse than bad.
They were obvious.
"This ...
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