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... , the room was silent—tense and uncertain.
Then the scrape of chairs.
Shuffling boots.
Steel whispering from sheaths.
"This a sign," one of them muttered. A hunched brute with scarred knuckles and rotted teeth. "Shouldn’t have let this bastard walk outta here anyhow..."
He pointed at Ian, thinking the gold has been hidden in his clothing somehow.
"If we all split that there gold he’s holding," the brute continued, voice gaining momentum, "we’d all ...
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