See: 1г—2 Direct

Frustrated, she sat at his heavy oak workbench. She noticed a small, rectangular indentation in the surface—exactly one inch wide and two inches long. It wasn't a piece of wood she was looking for; it was a space.

She remembered her father’s favorite saying: "True strength isn't in the timber, but in how the pieces meet." See: 1Г—2

Arthur Thorne was a man of meticulous order, a master carpenter who spoke more through wood than words. When he passed away, he left his daughter, Clara, nothing but a single, weathered notebook. On the final page, circled in heavy ink, were three words: Frustrated, she sat at his heavy oak workbench