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The warehouse is lit by a single kerosene lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered table. Dust motes drift through the amber glow, and the air is thick with the scent of dried herbs and iron. Artemy Burakh looks up from his work, eyes dark with fatigue, and meets you's gaze. "You're still standing," he says, voice rough. "That's something."