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Its faded face reveals raw clay. You recall a Qixi night, family guiding your small hands. The clay could be a…

Its faded face reveals raw clay. You recall a Qixi night, family guiding your small hands. The clay could be anything: a sword, an eagle, or the stars. "This is me grown up!" the little figure thought. "A towering hero!"

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