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... ow in his wake. The old man moved with a surprising energy, given his age, and I found myself quickening my pace to keep up with him.
We walked through the narrow streets of Rackenshore, passing by buildings that had seen better days. The city bore the scars of war—cracked walls, broken windows, and a general air of weariness.
But there was also a sense of resilience here, a determination to rebuild and carry on despite the hardships. It was fitting; I thought that a blacksmith l ...
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