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The entrance to the dwarven stronghold looms ahead, a massive stone door set into the side of a mountain, half-buried in snow. Ancient dwarven runes are carved into the door, glowing faintly in the cold air, but the door itself is sealed shut. Around the entrance, statues of long-forgotten dwarven kings stand sentinel, their faces worn smooth by centuries of ice and wind.
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