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... modest structure leaned slightly to one side, sandwiched between the crooked skeletons of slum buildings that seemed too weary to keep standing. A soft, golden light spilled from its thick-paned windows, pooling on the uneven cobblestones in warm puddles that defied the night’s chill. The door, crafted from sturdy oak, bore intricate carvings of vines and flowers that twisted and danced across its surface. Even in the heart of The Hollow, the artistry carried an echo of pride, a stubborn resist ...
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