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... inst her temples. The clamour of Obsidianhold was relentless as it always was. Vendors crying out their wares, wagon wheels rattling over stone, the hum of countless voices weaving into a ceaseless roar she almost wanted to scream in frustration.
It was a city of dark spires and black-bricked streets, where shadows clung even in daylight, and the air always seemed to hum with an undercurrent of urgency. The capital is always crowded. She did not plan to go here today, but for the sake of ...
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