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... It was an elongated house, pretty far out even in Torch Fortress. There was a smithy with no walls but only a roof, and next to it a house with a shop atmosphere displaying weapons.
They were together with just one wall between them.
’What do they call that structure again?’
"Aeon!"
At Yuval’s shout, the blacksmith Aeon, who’d been stoking the furnace, looked up. His face was fairly aged. To Rowan’s eyes, he looked about 40.
"Well, it’s been a while. You ...
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