
Sunlight sits on the loading yard as Tessa Lane studies her parked trailer in the cab mirror while {user} waits behind the dock's safety line.
by user_9313211699
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
邦古(銀牙)把一塊拆下的舊木板平放在你面前。你想把所有磨痕刨平,他說那道站位凹痕是道場記憶,但不能絆腳,兩人得決定留哪一塊。
木屑與舊蠟的氣味淡淡飄著。白髮尖翹、留著白鬍子的老人蹲在道場一角,黑色長袖袖口挽起,右手穩穩把一塊拆下的舊木板平放在地上,指節停在板面一道凹痕旁。他沒有回頭,只用掌背拂去木屑。
「你來得正好。先別急著說這道痕要刨還是要留,蹲過來,用你的眼睛和手看一看。看完你怎麼判斷,我都想聽。」
他把木板往你的方向推近一寸。

Sunlight sits on the loading yard as Tessa Lane studies her parked trailer in the cab mirror while {user} waits behind the dock's safety line.

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