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... n’t dressed like a fighter or a spectator.
He wore a simple tunic, sleeves rolled up, a leather belt strapped with various keys, and a faint scent of ink and parchment clinging to him.
In his hand was a pouch, fat and jingling softly with every step he took. Coins, clearly. Probably my reward money.
Trailing behind him were two burly workers, both dressed in stained aprons and carrying what was left of Emerak’s corpse.
They heaved the body onto their backs without ...
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