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... ysical weight, pressing against Dayat’s chest with every breath. Although the city was an architectural masterpiece—a subterranean marvel where Mana-crystal lamps flickered in every alcove and geothermal steam provided a constant, artificial warmth—there was one thing no Dwarven technology could ever replicate: the boundless freedom of the horizon.
Dayat sat on the edge of the stone balcony at The Glowing Hearth inn, his legs dangling over a sheer drop that vanished into the mist of the ...
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