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He hesitated, then reached for a jar labeled Morning. Inside the glass, before the fog of the world could accumulate, a single dawn fluttered like a bird. He cupped it, and it warmed his palms.

“You’ve wound it,” she said. “Most menders close the latch and walk away. Few listen.” woodman casting x sweet cat fixed

She tapped the table. The casting lay open; the lens now shone with a tiny, forget-me-not blue. The painted feather was tucked beneath it, and in the corner of the bench, a small sprout of green had pushed through a crack in the wood. He hesitated, then reached for a jar labeled Morning

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