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... of the deep sea if I could help it. Tens of Fishweed plants still waited below, just there to be plucked and turned into silver. My Deathless trait might guarantee survival in a fatal encounter, but I could only imagine the pain of being ripped to shreds and left breathing long enough to feel every bit of it.
Eight gold was a decent sum. I could use more, sure, but that amount would do.
I had made a list of provisions by pestering the dock workers until they got annoyed with me. ...
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