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... of thick black cloth, staked deep into the ground. It didn’t flap or shift with the wind. Nothing here did.
Inside, the air was cooler, but not fresh.
Lanterns hung from the corners, casting a low yellow light over the old wooden table in the center.
The table was scarred, burned in places, the surface showed faded ink, spilled powder, and strange, dried symbols.
Two men stood inside.
One near the entrance, arms crossed, silent.
The other, closer ...
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