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... the anvil-beating soul of Keldoria's industrial frontier.
Peering out from the carriage window, Arthur observed the city unfold before him—raw, loud, and alive.
Iron Hearth wasn't polished like the capital. It didn't wear elegance or pageantry. It wore soot like armor and smelled of molten metal and smoke. The streets bustled with blacksmiths and miners, all hardened by fire and steel. Children with coal-smeared cheeks darted between carts, and the clang of hammer on iron was a ...
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