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... haired half-elf, and Cristofer, a fifteen-year-old human, were walking through the streets looking for their companion who had not returned to the inn.
As the minutes passed, they eventually reached the town’s first plaza, where Ebony was slumped back on a wooden bench, her head tilted backward, snoring loudly.
On her lap was still the paper bag containing fifteen stew bombs. The sight was uncomfortable, but Lucian lifted the girl into his arms and carried her away while Cristofe ...
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