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... anized, were filled with all sorts of items.
I saw rusted spears, rudimentary bows, and giant axes, all marked with the scars of battle.
Some tents had something even more grotesque—hearts, eyes, and skins of living beings, some still dripping fresh blood.
Other stalls drew more attention.
The potions were displayed with pride, and their vendors carried an aura of confidence, radiating energy that revealed their advanced level.
Probably Level 3 Acolytes, I ...
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