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... is forge made the wandering blacksmith look up.

While he would normally be focused on his work so much so that he would not even realize that the building fell down if that happened, this time he looked up. He could sense that Su was a lot more focused right now than what he was.

Call it intuition for those that were used to putting everything they had in their work.

"I have something I need to ask of you." She had been thinking about this for a while.

Su had put ...

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