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As the artisan worked, the traveler noticed a wallet resting on his desk—a masterpiece of deep mahogany leather, its surface worn faintly by use, its edges softened by years of loyal service. "That was my father’s," the artisan murmured. "And my father’s before him. It’s never broken—a promise I keep, because you can’t fix a broken man with a shoddy tool."