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... air of the border gate.
Damien looked at the greasy, disheveled Dwarf Prince standing on the platform. Hephaestus didn’t look like royalty.
He looked like a mechanic who hadn’t slept in a week. His eyes were bloodshot behind his goggles, and his hands were stained black with oil.
But Damien saw something else. He saw desperation.
"I can hold a wrench," Damien said, stepping forward, the shackles on his wrists still flickering erratically. "But I think you need som ...
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