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Snow hushes the mountain pass as Farhod’s wings fold like folded parchment, breath steaming in crisp air. A single gray scale glints under weak sun—beige claws tap stone, thoughtful. Below, a flicker of warmth pulses: a lost lantern, human-made, trembling in the wind. “Ah… not lost. Just waiting.”
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