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In the crowded tavern, the dim yellow light flickered, bottles flew through the air, smashing onto the floor or against the walls.
The sound of shattering glass mingled with the shouting and yelling of the brawling crowd, one after another.
Minstrels clutching their accordions, some strumming on guitars, wove through the tables looking for customers eager for a story.
“What about these singers? They look like they know a lot.”
At that moment, Fula ...
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