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... ks flew from anvils. Lava-lit furnaces hissed. Men and women worked like machines, arms blackened with soot, eyes too tired to care who walked among them.
"They don’t look very... diplomatic," Jean muttered, dodging a cart of molten ore.
"They’re not," Alaric said. "But if they believe we’re fighting for something greater than the king... they might just side with us."
They stopped before a central forge, where an older man stood, shirtless, arms scarred, and muscles taut ...
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