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... roken bodies and splintered pride.
Tables lay shattered like matchsticks. Chairs were tossed against cracked walls.
Blood splattered the once polished floorboards, now covered in debris, glass, and the twitching limbs of those unfortunate enough to stand in Arawn’s path.
The tavern’s once warm, bustling air was now thick with the stench of sweat, iron, and fear.
And in the eye of the storm stood Arawn—unruffled, unscathed, and utterly ruthless.
His boot pr ...
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