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... like corpses. A bald, burly man was hanging upside down from the hammock, Serrit was lying spread-eagled on the ground, and Auckes rested his chin on the bucket, his rear raised. Their snores and alcohol-filled breath permeated the room.
A loud boom woke them up. The witchers tensed and unsheathed their blades, getting ready for battle. The very next moment, a colorful portal opened before them. It howled like the wind, and then someone tiptoed out of it.
“You let me down, kid,” Leth ...
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