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Chapter 27: The Forge of Rejection
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... dawn, casting streaks of crimson and gold across the treetops as the caravan prepared to move. The air was crisp, still tinged with smoke from last night's dying fires.
Cart wheels creaked, horses snorted, and merchants called out in hushed tones, their voices lowered instinctively.
The bandit cave lay behind them, gutted and emptied — a tomb to thieves, now stripped of every coin and scrap of value.
Yet, the real treasure carried from that place wasn't the crates of sto ...
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