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Leo tried it. Slowly, clumsily. But on the third try, the corners clicked into place. “That’s… actually pretty,” he said.

One afternoon, Leo’s friend Sam, a veteran cuber with a smooth, quiet turning style, sat beside him. “You’re afraid of the 21,” Sam said. “But PLL algs aren’t enemies. They’re friends with strange names.” pll algs

Every day, they sat in their correct seats. But every night, a tricky wind called “The Last Layer Gust” would blow them into wrong places. Leo tried it