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... arlier. The pounding of hammers against metal, the subtle rise in ambient temperature and the scent of burning charcoal made him whistle in approval.
Unlike ten years ago, the lone building was now the heart of a craftsman’s district filled with artisans sweating over anvils. Through the windows, he noticed a few refining glasses or molding potteries on spinning devices.
Muramasa grinned as he pushed the forge’s doors open.
A rush of burning air ruffled Adam’s hair as he ...
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