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... id bare. Jagged peaks of gray stone crowned with snow stretched as far as the eye could see, their slopes scarred by centuries of mining. Great plumes of smoke rose from countless forges hidden within the mountains, staining the sky with a permanent haze of ash and industry. Even from miles away, the distant clanging of hammers on anvils could be heard, a rhythm as eternal as the mountains themselves.
Lord Darl Harrow, senior envoy of the Snowe family, pulled his cloak tighter against th ...
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