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... haze over the village rooftops. It was a peaceful afternoon, the kind where time slowed and everything felt safe. On the edge of the village, in a clearing where the grass reached their knees, Zorawar and Vyuk wrestled with a broken wooden wheel, trying to convert it into some sort of battle chariot for their imaginary crusade.
"No, no," Vyuk grunted, trying to wedge a rock beneath the wheel. "If we add one more spoke here, it won’t spin. It’ll break. ...
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