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... heavy with sleep, Bunan stumbled downstairs, swaying with each step. He'd had enough of this tavern; its rooms didn't even have chamber pots. Every time he needed to urinate, he had to run outside and endure the cold.
Luckily, it was morning. If it had been night, he would have gone mad.
He really didn't know how those damned Politicians put up with it. He certainly never wanted to visit this godforsaken place a second time.
He thought he had woken up quite early, but wh ...
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