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... usual evening chaos, a symphony of clinking glasses, raucous laughter, and the occasional brawl that seemed as natural as breathing in the diverse city of Bleusmoore.
The establishment had earned its reputation as one of the few truly neutral grounds in a settlement where humans, orcs, dwarves, beast-kin, and dozens of other races tried to coexist in something approximating harmony.
Behind the polished bar, a young man moved with practiced efficiency, his movements simple and sen ...
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