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Rain, like rusted nails, densely pounded on the heavy oak door of "Broken Sword & Rose" tavern, producing a muffled, persistent knocking sound. The sky was a sickly leaden gray, as if it might collapse at any moment, burying this border town completely. The air inside the tavern was murky and thick, a mix of stale beer, old leather, and the lingering, acrid smell of spent magic. The fire in the fireplace struggled to burn in the damp air, barely illuminating a few weary faces in the corners. Behind the bar, **Karinna** paused in her wiping of the wooden cups. Her left metal prosthetic leg gli…
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