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... he southern reaches beyond Ash Crown City, the atmosphere turned palpably tense as Lame Yu’s words hung in the air.
The man with the slouch and mismatched legs normally carried himself with an aloof confidence, often acting as the eyes and ears of this particular Drowned Crescent Cult cell. But tonight, that confidence was absent.
He shifted his weight awkwardly onto his longer leg, and a subtle tremor ran through his fingers.
The rough-voiced man who had just scoffed lea ...
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