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... d after a mission that nearly claimed their lives felt like a war hero coming home. The difference was, there was no flower parade. There were only shocked stares and whispers.
The logistics carriage stopped safely in the Guild’s backyard. The horses were exhausted, the wheels stained with Goblin blood, but the main cargo—wheat and mining equipment—was intact without a single grain missing.
Dayat jumped down from the back of the carriage. He was still holding his Crossbow. Behind ...
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