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... ed with the usual evening noise—mugs clinking, laughter, the scrape of boots against stone floors, and the low rumble of mercenaries comparing scars and boasts.
At the far side, behind a long, polished counter, sat a line of receptionists in the guild’s formal dress: crisp white blouses tucked into deep-blue vests stitched with golden trim, paired with skirts cut just above the knee, with black stockings and polished leather shoes. The woman Ethan and Lirael approached looked to be in he ...
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