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... turne began to feel like a fragile dream.
Within the pitch-black, unyielding walls, the city continued to breathe with the same rhythm. The central market grew busier every day: human merchants from the old Earth hawked firearms modified with elven runes, tamed orcs opened stalls selling freshly smoked monster meat seasoned with magical spices, dwarves shouted offers of hybrid armor lightweight yet impervious even to high-level fire spells. Mixed-race children ran between the stalls, lau ...
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