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In the shadows of the hidden workshops, Igue guided the next generation,

ensuring the fire of their craft would never truly go out. Each secret casting

was an act of defiance, a silent preservation of their history forged in fire

and hidden from those who sought to erase it. They mended the broken shrines with

trembling hands and whispered prayers, a spiritual healing that proved belief could outlast stone.

Under the stars, the songs of their ancestors echoed through the night, carrying the weight

of loss but the unwavering power of memory.