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The fluorescent lights of the design studio flickered, casting long shadows over Elias’s desk. It was 3:00 AM, the hour when exhaustion starts to feel like a fever dream. On his screen, the interface sat frozen—a masterpiece of timber framing stuck behind a digital wall. She thought of the wood she loved—the grain,