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... wire was thin. Tensile. Stripped of everything that wasn’t load-bearing. He spoke the common tongue with an accent that turned consonants into clicks and swallowed vowels whole, but the meaning came through clean enough.
Krug sat across the hearth from him. The fire between them popped and hissed, fed by reed stalks that Genesis Bloom had fattened into something closer to bamboo. Behind Krug, the camp carried on — the clatter of iron on the anvil, Vark’s voice barking formation drills, ...
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