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... showing where the slats had warped.
Sunlight leaked through its bones. By late afternoon, they were already ankle-deep in dust.
The crates Artur mentioned sat untouched, their corners softened from years of use. The sun hung lower now, casting long lines through the wooden slats.
Artur kicked open the shed door and leaned inside. "We’ll need these sorted before tomorrow."
Jay squinted at the stack. "Sorted how? They look like... crates."
"Check for cracks ...
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