Cold-reader beat: The weight of the uncarved stone in Anchor-of-Ages’ palm was a strange and unfamiliar sensation. For millennia, his hands had known only the smooth, predictable contours of finished art, the absolute certainty of a form brought to its final, perfect state.
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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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