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... into the lower markets—the kind of place where stalls leaned into the alleys and the air smelled of grease, smoke, and old leather. No armor sets here. Just scraps, raw parts, and strange odds and ends.
’Perfect.’
He moved deliberately, ignoring the barks of merchants peddling knives and charms. Instead, he found what he needed: thick ashwood planks, straight-grained and uncracked. He tested their heft and picked two. Solid. Durable. Functional.
At a metal vendor’s stall, ...
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