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                                    Dragonheart Core - Chapter 8: Ill Tidings
                            
                                                            
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... you asked anyone, Albo was its champion.
More specifically, if you asked Albo. He was still struggling to have the anyone part work out in his favour.
He slammed his mug down, ale sloshing over the rim; four pints in and his cheeks burned like a solar newt's tail. Two weeks on the sea coming back to this—gods, he'd missed Calarata and its endless freedom. Pretending to be some high-n'-mighty merchant making port in the Kingdom's taverns just wasn't the same.
No place els ...
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