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... de, her steps echoing faintly against the stone floor. The air was thick with the scent of molten metal and burning oil, a heat that clung to the skin and made the room feel more like a furnace than a workshop. Sparks occasionally flared across the dim-lit forge, crackling like miniature stars before fading into the gloom.
Ahead, bent over his anvil, was a burly man whose very presence seemed carved from steel itself. He wore a soot-stained tunic that bore the marks of long hours at the ...
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