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... her senses to navigate. I was being led into some house of some sort and I almost tripped a few times but I was roughly yanked backwards before I could stumbled. I gritted my teeth, refraining from speaking. The ground under my boots was smooth and the air was heavy with the scent of wet wood and also of ale, lots of ale and if I smelled closely, I think I could perceive the stench of vomit in the air.
I heard a chair squeal against the floor and then before I knew it I, a heavy hand des ...
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