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... e, and the tool flared bright green—not fire-light or sun-light, but the luminous green of spring leaves backlit by dawn.
A sound left the crowd—a unified exhale full of shock and awe and something like religious recognition.
The green light pulsed once, twice, and Marron felt it resonate with her chest, not her hands. With her core, not her skill. With something fundamental about who she was rather than what she could do.
Tool Recognizes Toolbearer, Not Owner
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