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... pted to heat the enormous throne room with a few coals and scraps of wood, but it was doing a poor job.
A gruff dwarf hit the table with a balled fist and a deep-set scowl on his aged face. "Princess, I declare on behalf of the miners' guild of the Frostlands that we are on strike until this famine is sorted out. I can't send my comrades into the mines on a single potato and a slice of bread a day! It's preposterous—"
The enraged dwarf was ruthlessly cut off by a tall man with a crud ...
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