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... rving a small, wooden bird for one of his great-grandchildren. His hands, which had once shattered the armor of gods and rewritten the laws of reality, were now skilled in a quieter, more patient art. The lines on his face were deep, a map of a thousand lifetimes, but his eyes were clear and calm.
Serian was in her garden, humming a tune that was as old and as familiar as their love. The world of Aethel was at peace, a quiet, beautiful story that unfolded at its own, gentle pace.
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