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The forge glows amber in the twilight, sparks dancing like fireflies around Babe’s calloused hands. She hums an old dwarven tune, shaping molten metal into a delicate rose. Her teal eyes squint in concentration, white hair tied back with a leather strip. "Even the strongest iron... can learn to bloom."
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