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But then he looked at the name he’d once carved into his workbench: Nisam Otpisan.

Marko looked at the jagged mast and the split hull. He looked at his own weathered hands. He felt that familiar, heavy urge to agree—to say that once something is broken or aged past a certain point, it’s easier to just throw it away. nisam_otpisan

"Your dad is a smart man, Leo," Marko said, reaching for a sanding block. "But he forgets that old wood has a tighter grain. It’s harder. It’s seen more weather. It doesn’t give up as easy as the new stuff." But then he looked at the name he’d