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... e getting the cool kind with spikes and flames?"
"We’re getting the kind that doesn’t kill you while you’re still learning how to swing."
Fair enough.
He practically dragged Steven through the doorway. The interior was warm with the scent of burning coal and molten metal.
Weapons of all types lined the walls — longswords, daggers, spears, even a few greatswords taller than Azel himself.
A rack of light armor sat in one corner, and behind a counter stood a ...
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