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The sand was hot beneath Jesse’s paws. As he shifted from side to side, decorative metal ornaments clinked and chimed from where they hung off of the heavy packs piled across his shoulders. The small pieces of metal and colored glass reflected months of painstaking work, of hunched shoulders and cramped paws and squinted eyes trying to see if the carved edges, infinitesimally delicate, would hold in their metal cage. Jesse knew each artisan, and could recogniz...