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... ty-four years old.
The capital of Nuri was finally taking the shape of the dream once etched in his mind—a sprawling city nestled at the crossroads of rivers and forested hills, now alive with the hum of human motion and ingenuity. From dawn till dusk, the sound of progress was unmistakable: hammering, chiseling, bricks being laid, laughter, and the constant chatter of workers exchanging ideas.
The air carried the scent of sawdust, fresh earth, and wet stone. Caravans rolled in a ...
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