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... use, her tall figure cloaked in the pale light of dusk. To call it a house was generous it was little more than a crooked wooden hut, weather-worn, its planks swollen and warped by years of neglect. Moss crept up the sides, swallowing parts of the foundation, and the faint stench of rot lingered in the air. She narrowed her deep purple eyes, taking in the sight.
So this is where that man lived... the one who used to have problem with Razeal.
She didn’t need to wonder long. She ha ...
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