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... t cargo ship in the quietest part of the port. The air was thick with the smell of rust and stagnant water, but it was defensible.
Elisa immediately took first watch, perching on the ship’s railing like a gargoyle with a warhammer, her eyes scanning the dark city. Mela was tending to a small cut on Serian’s arm, her movements practiced and efficient.
Nox sat on a pile of old, rotted rope, his mind a whirlwind. One hundred stat points. A Legendary Skill Box. He felt like a kid on ...
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