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... actly where he’d expected. The moment he approached the heavy metal gate, one that would have given even him trouble to break through, it swung open, just as always.
The familiar scent of oil and metal hung in the air, mingling with the faint ozone tang of active enchantments. Zeke sat at his primary workbench, surrounded by floating quills and parchments moving with impossible precision. The young Grandmage commanded them through sheer magical prowess, another testament to his genius. < ...
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