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... deserted in the midafternoon. Lyton did not have much in the way of proper amenities, but at least they had an adequate ale. He was currently the only patron, and he had had to reassure the waitress that his tailored suit did not mean that he was a noble, and she could simply address him as ‘sir’. The ‘my lords’ were getting annoying: just now the useless girl was probably slacking off in the kitchen rather than fetching him a well-deserved tankard.
The rough wooden door slammed open wi ...
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