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... golden light.
The scent of oak and varnish filled the air, wrapping around him like a long-lost embrace.
Sunlight filtered through cracked windows, painting the workshop floor in warm patches where dust motes danced lazily.
He blinked, taking it all in, his chest tightening with nostalgia.
"I’m... back home?"
The thought lingered in his mind, surreal and dreamlike.
Then he saw them—his father and a younger version of himself, barely fifteen, stand ...
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