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... st bronze to helms said to be forged from adamantine.
Cowhides lay in folds the color of wet straw and herb beds steamed softly in their frames.
"Looking for something in particular, lad?" the trader said, voice rough as rope, eyes already counting.
Radeon didn’t spare the man a glance. He ran his fingers along a strip of calfskin and felt it glide under his touch.
Then he picked up a plate from a water serpent’s scale set and tried to bend it, only for it to push ...
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