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Chapter 629: You live your way, I’ll live mine
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... reminiscent of a witch's hair. At the quarry, the wind howls and swirls, funneling gusts into a ceramic pot, feeding the furnace, stirring the charcoal to burn more fiercely. The red flames, the white smoke, and the busy figures amidst the unthawed early spring breathe life into the season, bringing early vigor to this barely warm time.
'Open the furnace!' The second senior brother, who had transitioned from blacksmith to bronze smith, shouted, directing bystanders to clear away, creatin ...
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