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... laric and Auralyne, their footsteps hushed against the ancient stone.
Caerwyn never truly slept; the streets whispered with low voices, lanterns flickered beside brothels and gambling dens, and distant laughter cut through the silence like thin glass.
The late-night shops that still thrived didn’t trade in food or tools—they dealt in indulgence, vice, and secrets.
Their pace was steady, unwavering. Soon, they arrived.
The slave house still had its gates open, gold ...
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