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... an interior compared to the streets it was on.
At first glance, the customers occupying the seats appeared to be ordinary people who were engaging in small talk over cups of coffee.
Everyone here is hiding something.
Most were concealing weapons or concealing their magical powers. They were all professionals connected to Tudor in some way.
A bulky man who was scooping up parfait at a table near the door noticed me and smirked before he turned to speak to a gloomy ...
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