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... ed from under a table, clutching his stomach like he’d swallowed a brick. Julien was nursing a bruised ego after Cassandra effortlessly flipped him when he got "too friendly" in his sleep. Garrick snored like a collapsing cave. Mira sat on a barrel outside, already fully dressed, sharpening a knife with way too much focus for this early in the day.
I stepped over Wallace, who’d somehow built a nest of tavern napkins, and shoved the mission board’s posting into the center of the group. ...
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