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... mp was in a rocky valley, a small safe spot in the windy Grey Fells. The wind was always blowing, and the tension was so heavy you could almost feel it in the dusty air. Jax spent his time sharpening many big knives. Titus stood guard, a still, disciplined soldier.
In the middle of this hard military camp, a different kind of work was being done.
Vanessa had turned a small, flat topped boulder into her own personal workshop. A portable runic forge, no bigger than a toolbox, glowe ...
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