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... r of a brick building like a house cat afraid of the rain. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea?"
The alley around The Mystbern's lays damp, narrow, and smells faintly of wet leather and regret.
Mysa crouches beside him in sleek traveling leathers, her long auburn hair bound in a thick, elegant braid. "Shhh. Of course we're doing this! Do you want to spend the rest of your life getting beaten by Vuvela Blackthorn and her giggle-powered sexbot?"
Raenly adjusts his oversized, ...
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