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... nds of wooden rings, what exactly does that look like in your mind?
Mountains of little wooden pieces piled together in some sort of storeroom, perhaps; or maybe dozens of chests filled to the brim with these ornate, beautiful trinkets that must have been worth something to have been made so many times?
I'm sure many people imagine that many items as individual pieces that require their own space, and yet to me they were literally just a small icon with a number beside them that ...
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