Cold-reader beat: Anchor-of-Ages did not speak of what he had seen. He returned to his studio and submerged himself in his work, polishing stones to a blinding sheen, creating forms of such rigid perfection that they seemed to vibrate with the force of his conviction.
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Arc beat: Anchor-of-Ages from crumbling certainties toward reconciliation with his exiled student — and the uncarved stone in his palm.
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