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... gone wrong, but there was a lightness to him today that hadn’t been there in the spire’s frantic glow—a man who’d carried his family’s ghosts long enough to start setting a few down.
"These fields were Valthorne’s first forge," he said, his voice low enough that it blended with the rustle around us.
"Not of metal or magic, but of patience.
He planted here as a boy, learned to coax life from stubborn soil.
Said it taught him more about power than any spell ever cou ...
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