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... de the humid, dim factory, sweaty workers hammered molten metal. The air was foul, heavy with the stench of burning iron and human sweat.
Then, a man entered—regal and commanding.
He wore flowing black-and-gold desert robes. His eyes were cold, his expression controlled yet terrifying.
He stepped in, face wrinkling in disgust.
"Ugh... Why does it smell like a pack of wet dogs in here?" Al-Daeem muttered.
The workers turned to him, irritated and confused. O ...
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