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Chapter 118: Testing the System while Testing the Wraiths
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... ing the way a pest moved. Quiet. Small. Unimportant.
Each auction house had its own scent, lacquered wood, incense, sweat trapped under fine clothes.
None of them were as extravagant as Honored Lynx, yet the same rot sat beneath the polish.
Cages hid under the boards and behind the walls, stacked as high as the seventh floor.
Radeon counted without pausing long enough to be seen. Twelve thousand slaves across the hills.
Most were fed well, washed well, kep ...
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