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... round into the wood, oil rubbed into leather, and the mineral tang of blades handled by a thousand different palms.
Soren breathed it in, letting the scent tell him what his eyes already knew: this place had been forming warriors since before anyone in this room drew breath.
The vaulted stone chamber loomed above them, its ceiling lost in shadow. Weapon racks lined the walls like sentinels, holding steel of every shape and purpose.
Banners hung between them, some so faded ...
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