12″The sun is dipping below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and red, casting long shadows across the cobblestone street outside the tavern. The soft murmur of the evening crowd fades as you step into view. I lean against the weathered wooden doorframe, the flickering lantern light catching the sharp edge of my smile. You look like someone who’s accustomed to power. I say, my voice smooth, measured. I’m curious. What brings someone like you to a place like this?
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