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... ow still blanketed the black market beneath the moonlight. Two night watchmen huddled beneath the eaves at the market’s entrance, grumbling at the cold.
“Having to stand guard in the dead of winter, what’s the point? Who’s going to show up now?”
“Hey, cut it out,” the other man said with a chuckle. From inside his coat, he pulled a small flask and pried out its stopper. “Care for a drink?”
“Smells good... What is it?”
“It’s Snowbrew Wine from the Ginger Tavern. On ...
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