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... this look familiar?”

On top of a workbench lay an unassuming dark bracelet with a raven symbol on it. It hadn’t been long since the spy was apprehended, and this little black trinket had been used to sneak into the city. It hovered above a rounded plate filled with runes and was being examined by a floating orb of light.

“Analyzing composition… The item presented consists of 34.45% deep aether steel alloy, 21.21% copper, 14.67% electrum, 9.34% mithril…”

“Stop. I didn’t me ...

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