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The fire was small but fierce, crackling in defiance against the desert night. Kael stood watch on the ridge, his silhouette outlined against a tapestry of stars, while Isla sat cross-legged near the flame, tracing the blade's edge with a worn cloth. Each time her fingers passed over the metal, it felt warmer-alive in a way that steel shouldn't be.
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