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... atop a massive hill. Amongst the sea of trees, a trail of gray smoke could be seen rising from the chimney. The structure was half-open, allowing Tristan to see from afar the half a dozen elves busy working in the place.
Tang! Tang!
The sounds of a hammer hitting the anvil echoed throughout the place, while the burning forge provided relief from the snowy weather.
"Master Laril!" Anmar shouted.
To Tristan's surprise, the person who came out to greet the two of th ...
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