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Chapter 113: [] A Suicide’s Wager
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... boots as he ascended toward their rented room. With each step, the raucous blend of laughter and arguments from the tavern below faded, replaced by a heaviness that settled across his broad shoulders like an invisible cloak. Every conversation downstairs had yielded identical results: dead ends, impossibilities, and sympathetic head shakes from weathered faces.
He pushed open the door to find Alyssa already inside, perched on one of the straw-filled mattresses. She had removed her ornate ...
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