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... ked pretty much the same in the slums. They were either sheets of metal or rotting wood. Either way, it didn’t take the group long to arrive at the destination.

The elf could only sigh at it. The shack was barely the size of a studio apartment bathroom, and the wood groaned when they stepped on the entryway. The door creaked as Kai pushed it open, and the inside was even worse than the outside.

Patches of black mold grew on the wall, and the wood was clearly rotting from water da ...

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