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... dry, his body sore, and the bitter aftertaste of cheap ale clung to his tongue. He forced his eyes open, blinking against the dim light.
Where am I?
The Rusty Mug’s tavern hall was empty. Chairs were overturned, the last candle burned to a stub. The air reeked of ale and old wood. The last thing he remembered was drinking with that strange old man... Heron.
Then—
A sudden, mechanical chime echoed inside his skull.
[SYSTEM ANNOUNCE ...
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