The Workshop Artist

The Workshop Artist

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Fiction
Fantasy
Donna/Dobna aspires to have a workshop and be a workshop artisan. A respected job that deals with smithing and tool creation as well dealing with a lot of complicated mechanism. Dhona has what it takes to be a workshop artist. But her past would become an obstacle that she has to cross. Will she be able to achieve here dream?
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