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Elowen didn't say a word. She didn't have to. She simply stood in the center of the square, a vibrant glitch in the gray system, waiting for the rest of the world to find its color again. To help me , tell me:

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But Elowen was a Weaver. Not of wool or silk, but of discarded dreams. Elowen didn't say a word