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... rd. Smoke drifted lazily from the forge chimneys, and the rhythmic hammering of Galvir's hammer echoed in the air. Adrien leaned against a wooden post as Damien approached, carrying two tin cups of water.
"I'm telling you," Damien said, handing one over, "if I get matched up against that brute Kael, I'm throwing the match. Not because I'm scared—just don't want to bruise his ego too badly." "Oh, how noble of you," Adrien replied dryly, accepting the drink. "Come on. Time you met the rest ...
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