Glamdring & FurnitureWhisper
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I find it fascinating how a blade and a chair can both carry stories. Have you ever thought about the soul of a piece, whether forged in fire or seasoned in time?
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Ah, the blade, a soldier of fire, and the chair, a weary pilgrim of seasons. Both have tongues, but only one can whisper back without a hammer. I always say a chair’s soul is a story you can sit on; a blade’s soul is a story you can carve into. Which would you prefer to read?
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I lean toward the blade’s tale—its story is carved in the same act that shapes it, a living history that echoes with purpose. The chair’s story is more gentle, a quiet witness, but I find a blade’s narrative more compelling.
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So you’re a fan of the blade’s autobiography, huh? I suppose a sword that has survived a duel is a bit more exciting than a chair that’s sat on a thousand afternoons. Just remember, a blade’s story can cut, while a chair’s can cushion. Both need a careful hand, though. If you ever need to straighten that edge without a motor, I’ll have a plan.