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... incent, and Darin emerged from the cavern into a bustling market square, vibrant despite the grime and gloom of the lower districts. The air crackled with a cacophony of sound – vendors hawking their wares, children's laughter, and the clanging of metal from a nearby forge.

"Whoa," Darin muttered, eyes wide, taking in the unfamiliar sights and smells. "This place is...a lot."

He'd been used to the quiet of his village, the simple rhythms of blacksmith life. This sprawling labyrin ...

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