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... uilding right at the edges of the slums. It wasn’t quite all the way into the nicer parts of Treadon — if such places even properly existed — but it wasn’t completely overrun by streetlords and starving demons either.
The building stood two stories tall, nestled in the shadow of a rickety tower. All but one of its windows were boarded over with large pieces of what looked to be hard leather tacked in place with metal spikes.
There was no sign to mark its purpose and the door was ...
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