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On May 30th, at 9:30 PM, during the rush hour, the streets of Mephila were bustling with traffic, as bright as day.
Sangjerte, the orc sorcerer and captain of the Mephila Red Hat squad, was rubbing his face.
This was his bad habit. Whenever he got nervous, he would rub his face until his nose and eyes were out of shape. It might be something he learned from the tricolor cat at home when he was a child. The flakes from his palms and cheeks seemed to take away his inner unea ...
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