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... p> Black coal dust spread over the plains, buried deep beneath the earth. A group of people stood on the coal hill, watching the firestone field ahead, discussing the first trade encounters between the tribes and the kingdom.
"Gemstones? Your tribe produces gemstones? Of all colors?"
Hearing Chiwaco’s words, Hawk Viejo was somewhat surprised. He carefully looked at the old militiaman’s simple attire and hesitantly said.
"If you really have red or green gemstones, the trib ...
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