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Stephen wandered through the gloom, his world muted and cold. Clutched in his palm pulsed a faint sphere of light—a fragile ember against the encroaching dark. The answer loomed ahead where the streetlamp's amber glow cut through the mist. If he could channel the wisp's energy into that waiting beacon… He drew a breath, arm swinging upward. The luminous orb arced through the night, striking iron with a resonant *ping*. Golden radiance cascaded outward, painting the cobblestones in warm hues as the shadows recoiled. Stephen stepped forward, eyes widening as new pathways materialized in the wake of the light.
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