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... er that ran through the territory.
We had no paint but the craftsmen somehow treated the wood to make it feel soft and lived in. The iron links squeaked softly as I rocked back and forth.
Once again I found myself marveling at the craftsmanship of our faction members. They had built a wide wooden bridge that connected to smooth cobbled roads—one skirting the open clearing leading to the town center and the other, fields of recently harvested crops.
With enhanced bodies pe ...
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