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Chapter 62: A party
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... ted wheat and bad decisions. Chase gripped the counter, knuckles whitening as Noah smirked across from him. Somewhere behind them, Damian was taking bets from guild members—gold coins clinking onto the bartop in alternating piles.
"Last one," Chase slurred, blinking hard. The room had started tilting like a ship in a storm.
The ale sloshed over Chase’s fingers as he lifted the mug, the bitter sting of alcohol hitting his nostrils. Noah mirrored him, both men locking eyes—one pair ...
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