Chapter 89
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This wasn't a regular house; it was probably a small warehouse. It had a two-story storage area and a small office, which would be his living quarters.

Just outside the warehouse stood this loading platform to help load and unload goods from carts and wagons.

For heavier items, there should have been a simple hoist above the warehouse door, but there was none. There might have been a crane operated from the catwalk, but that wasn't there anymore either.

Most of the building's space was for storage, giving plenty of room for various smithing tools. Right in the middle was a large anvil, which looked quite old and heavy to lift.

By the wall was the heart of the smithy: the forge, with a bellows connected to it to allow him to pump more air into the fire. The forge made use of coal as fuel and was in working mode.

He looked at the iron tools on the other side of the room. After going through them, he noticed some were even rusty.

First, he sorted them out, bringing all the hammers to on
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