Dreams are Forged from Dwarven Steel
The smell of soot filled her nose, of her father's sweet honeymead breath, of the burbling cookpot. Familiar sensations just out of reach. The dwarf's green eyes brightened with mischievous mirth as she skidded across the dirt roads. Faster. Faster! Each...
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