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"Master," the traveler asked, "why do you work in such dim light? You will ruin your eyes."

Emin sat by his window, his old hands resting on a cold tea glass. He was a master coppersmith, but his greatest work wasn't a tray or a pitcher—it was a memory. Yene Axsam Oldu Qem Qelbime Doldu

Every day, Emin worked hard. The fire of the forge kept his mind busy. He would laugh with the other smiths and haggle with the merchants. But the evening was his enemy. "Master," the traveler asked, "why do you work