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... ng against years of rust and neglect.
Inside, the air was stale and cold. It wasn’t a cell; it was a vault.
Thrain hadn’t destroyed the tools of the Guild Masters. He was too greedy for that. He had locked them away like trophies, displayed on racks under the harsh light of mana lamps.
"My shield..."
General Thorgar, a dwarf who looked like a mountain carved from granite, stumbled forward. He was emaciated, his skin grey from months of starvation in the dark cells ...
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