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... urned lazily above the treeline, creaking in rhythm with the breeze. Below, the river spun the waterwheel generator Lumberling had built from salvaged copper and stone. In the half-buried workshop, glass bulbs flickered to life, soft light dancing like captured stars.
It wasn’t much. But it was civilization. Progress.
Lumberling stood in the doorway, wiping grease from his hands when he sensed her behind him.
"You built all this in less than a week," Vaenyra said softly, ...
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