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... out of the Ashen Boar, shielding his eyes from the unforgiving morning glare. A breeze ruffled his shirt, he hadn’t even buttoned it right. One side hung loose like a defeated flag. His belt was crooked. His hair, a mop of black mess, looked like it lost a brawl with his pillow.
And he was late.
Very late.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit," Kaelen muttered, sprinting through the narrow cobbled streets of the sleepy town nestled at Frahein’s edge. "He’s gonna roast me. Literally. ...
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