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Hayden was a daily visitor here, but I only ventured across the tavern’s threshold when I’d had a bad day. I came here to blow off steam. To fuck. To fight.
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“One more word and I’ll relieve you of your fucking balls, thief,” I snarled.
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“I’ve heard stories. But…” I wasn’t quite sure what to say. Was she mad? Did she believe in unicorns, too? Lost lands that existed millennia ago, swallowed by the desert? Ghosts, and the forgotten gods? None of it was real.
Saeris Fane was twenty-four years of age when she died. Honestly, she should have died a lot sooner, but the girl never did know when to give up.
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