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... days were an endless cycle.
A stretch of time where moments flowed like sticky mud, and boredom tightened around his throat like a noose.
He spent his days either wandering aimlessly through the labyrinthine, muddy, and crowded streets of Veythral...
...or standing before the blacksmith’s forge, where the city’s noisy heart beat.
Each time, the same scene repeated itself.
He would step inside.
He’d approach the blacksmith—a man who stood like a mo ...
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