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Before Parlcha could answer, Dimm seemed to remember something, his whole body trembled, he turned and slipped into his cramped and narrow blacksmith's shop, bolted the door shut, and looked utterly shaken.,Horses neighed and hooves drummed as the knight came to a halt at the entrance of the tea plantation, removing his helmet.,Lyon approached, even though he had deliberately restrained the force of his steps, the brass boots still made a loud thudding sound with every contact against the wooden floor.。