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... e wooden chair that had fallen during the earlier tension. The sharp scrape of wood against stone echoed in the now-empty bar, its once-rowdy customers long gone. He adjusted the chair with care before slowly taking a seat, while Pastor Hongward stood behind him, expression guarded.
In front of them stood a man wearing a thin smile that never quite reached his eyes. His gaze was sharp, but not aggressive—more like someone accustomed to reading others’ every twitch and shift.
"I’l ...
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