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... inished the last woven loop of his thread pattern, he stepped back and assessed his work. Pride swelled in his chest despite his repeated, scolding efforts to stop the feeling from taking root—he didn’t want to get his hopes up. Even so, the beauty of that singular thread, transformed into a three-dimensional construct, stole his focus, forcing his eyes to trace the lines as his mind conjured metaphors for its structure. It reminded him of a many-branched tree, or perhaps a constellation—no, mor ...
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