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... his eyes. Mount Carbon was freezing, but coal and firewood were abundant. Water was too, so the bathhouse ran around the clock. The blacksmiths, guards, and miners would hop into the hot bath after a day’s work to wash away their grime and fatigue.
It was around nine o’clock. Aside from Roy, only a few dwarves who just got off from the graveyard shift were in the bath. They covered themselves in towels, but the towels couldn’t hide their round bellies, muscular arms, and hairy chests. If ...
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