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The story by Cong-Ly Duong https://drive.google.com/file/d/15E6FuSFBn_uXBWBmGk2vLqPjRXkK7bSa/view?usp=sharing

"The azure sparks and gentle blue glow of her aether-pin were the only other sources of light
aside from the lamp on her workbench, dulled orange from years of use. Her companion and
closest friend chittered nearby and reached out with a screwdriver, attempting to anticipate the
elf’s needs. Slightly tilting her head, she looks at her mistress for affirmation, as if to ask, “Is this
the right-right one?”