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... their hands, two wooden mugs held a golden liquid. Sap.
"A grand vintage," Priam joked, licking his lips. "I would give a lot for some good cheese and a baguette..."
Even in another world, the French remained steadfast in their traditions.
Alain took a sip and sighed in contentment. "For a fisherman like me, it lacks fish."
"I brought silk. We could stretch a net across the river and see if we catch something," Priam suggested.
Alain turned to his son with ...
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