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... vein of ore: narrow, damp, and smelling of earth and old dwarf smoke. The merchant had sold them the route the moment he accepted to smuggle them and a favor owed, back when favors still felt cheap. Now it was the only road left.
Byung rode in the middle, reins loose in his bandaged hands. The bruises along his jaw had ripened to deep purple, and every breath still tugged at cracked ribs, but the short, hard sleep in the brothel had done its work. His eyes were sharp again, ears pricked ...
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