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... ross the room, observing the craftsmen and blacksmiths exchanging uncertain glances. Finally, after a long pause, a single hand hesitantly rose from the back of the room.
It belonged to a wiry man in his late thirties, his face weathered and marked by soot and faint scars. His sharp eyes stood out against his otherwise unassuming appearance. The room quieted as all eyes turned toward him.
"You, step forward."
The man wove through the crowd carefully. When he reached the f ...
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