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Chapter 539: Choosing The Best Weaponry
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... n office. The great chamber was lit by braziers of blue fire reflecting across the polished bronze panels that passed for walls. He was trembling, his lips pressed tight as though by force, eyes darting in frantic, terrified glances. A street rat dragged too far from its burrow.
At the desk sat Alþjófr, the dwarf who had founded and ruled the Auctioneers. His white-gold beard draped down his chest like a waterfall of coins, rings clinking on his stubby fingers as he tapped the polished d ...
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