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... of Grassmere were remarkably clean.
Was it Chandler? The lord must be doing his job properly.
The scenery stood in stark contrast to Yublam or Erast. No thugs lurked around to prey on travelers. Perhaps it was because the blacksmiths were striking heated metal with their muscular arms in the open storefronts.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Every alleyway had at least one forge. I peeked inside one of them and saw three men who were hard at work. A boy was stoking the furnac ...
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