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... ear the fish market, waiting.
The shop was a marvel of wooden architecture, exuding a distinct medieval charm. Three storeys of interlocking black timber formed a Stave style, standing upon a thick stone slab that had sunk almost completely into the dirt. The structure boasted stacked roofs tiled with weathered obsidian, and upon the pointed edges sat small, wooden wyverns. It was perhaps too majestic and grim for a simple tea shop, but it suited their needs.
They picked a spot w ...
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