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... nd of hammering echoed through Anastasia's territory, the morning sun already high in the sky, casting a gentle warmth over the land.
Thonk. Thonk. Thonk.
"Whistle~♫."
A light whistle accompanied the rhythmic strikes, almost melodic in nature. The culprit behind the hammering worked with an easygoing tune, relaxed as he handled the wooden materials in his hands.
Naturally, such noise would attract curious passersby... in the form of a red-haired n ...
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