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... cia, along with the other eight kobolds, sat at a long wooden table, picking at roasted pork. Their eyes, however, were not on their plates. They were fixed, with a mixture of disgust and wary curiosity, on the thin orc, who sat alone at a smaller table in the corner, his shoulders hunched. The air was thick with unspoken tension, a palpable manifestation of generations of racial hatred.
Karl, observing the scene, let out a dry, rattling sigh. Racial tensions, huh? Feels like 1960s Ameri ...
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