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The next morning, a rival designer found the workshop empty. There was no sign of Elias, only a brand-new, exquisitely carved mahogany chair sitting in the center of the room. It was beautiful, but strangely warm to the touch.
She hesitated. The air in the loft seemed to hold its breath. Somewhere below, a street vendor shouted “Ramen!” as if to remind her that the world still spun outside her digital cocoon. She pressed Enter .