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... rway, a whirlwind of mismatched clothes and rumpled hair.
He was still fastening the buttons on his doublet, a frustrated scowl etched on his face.
"You pulled me away from what could've been the sixth round, Kaelen! The woman had legs like a tree trunk and-"
"There's a problem, Garron," Kaelen interrupted, cutting off his friend's boisterous tirade. His voice was low and tight, a stark contrast to the easy banter of the last few hours.
He was already halfway down ...
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