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Lorith’s Workroom


Lorith was slumped over the table, scarcely seeming to breathe.

Slowly, she pushed herself erect, and raised her hands to her head, massaging the temples as if to smooth away a headache. She slid her fingers into her hair, feeling the beads running through her fingers like water. So soothing. A long-familiar comfort, and reminder of her duty.

Taking a breath, she looked at the workbench, the tiles laid neatly to one side, the sections of rack to the other, waiting for her to join them together.

She put on her glasses, and went to work.


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