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... woke up from his bed, drenched in cold sweat.
He had dreamt that the wizards were using magic to produce large quantities of bread, rendering his own wheat worthless...
But how could that be possible?
Using magic to make bread was simply absurd!
Mortan wiped the sweat off his forehead with trembling hands, struggled to sit up in bed, but soon noticed something was amiss.
"Bax... Bax!" Mortan continuously shouted the name of the steward, yet received no res ...
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