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... nter sun hung low over the hills as Baldwin IV approached the workshop nestled just outside Jerusalem’s walls. The scent of lime and crushed stone filled the crisp air, mingling with the steady clang of hammer on chisel. A handful of masons, blackened by soot and sweat, bent over a large wooden vat where a thick, gray paste had just been stirred.
Baldwin stopped beside the foreman, a man named Elias, whose eyes sparkled with a mix of exhaustion and triumph.
"Your Majesty," Elias ...
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