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... om was a mess.
Bags lay open. Clothes, scrolls, maps, and flasks clattered all around in hurried bundles. A leather satchel swung from the bedpost, half stuffed with herbs bound in strings...There were some paper notes sticking out.
Alpha Malrick’s hands moved hurriedly...each gesture trembled with urgency.
He shoved a folded cloak inside, then paused to clutch at a pendant resting on the dresser.
For a moment, his eyes closed, jaw tight, before he dropped it care ...
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