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... street, crowded forward in the noisy quarrel, about half an hour or so, and Elaine finally stopped.
"Mr. Ferret, this is it."
The direction of his finger was a shabby smithy.
This blacksmith shop can really deserve torn and worn words. When viewed from a distance, a door panel hangs dangling there as if a gust of wind is blowing over it, and the door can be blown away. The furnace outside the door Even the fire didn't start, and the anvil was covered with thick dust. When Li ...
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