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... ered beneath drifting ash that clung to every surface like a slow, suffocating snowfall. As the gates of Ironmark creaked open, Inigo adjusted the strap on his rifle and stepped forward, boots crunching on soot-laced gravel. Behind him, Lyra walked with her bow in hand, an alchemical arrow notched loosely to the string—not ready to fire, but close.
A local scout, a wiry man named Daren with burns along his left arm, met them at the edge of the trailhead. His leathers were blackened at th ...
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