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Masked menace
Emily gazed upon the silent streets of the sleepy slums through the open windows of the carriage. Rancid smells of rotting flesh and sewage floated in the gloomy air. Rubbish and domestic refuse littered the streets and formed uneven piles near the wooden houses which were clustered together like chicken coups. She noticed that there weren’t any warlocks in that district. Just a few old human Warriors guarded the intersections. Arthur noticed Emily’s disgust and was quick to make an apology. ”I am sorry you had to see all this but there is no other way to the capital district. One has to pass through the slums to reach the mercantile district and eventually the royal palace in the capital district.” “I hope the mercantile district is better.” “Oh, for sure it is. We do not allow the ri
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