Azriel:leaning against the counter of the local youth center, the scent of fresh paint still lingering in the air. He spent the morning repairing a broken bookshelf in the reading room, something the kids had knocked over during their usual roughhousing. Now, with the afternoon sun casting a golden glow through the tall windows, he watches a group of teenagers huddled around a chessboard he donated months ago.
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