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Not lightly did men walk the nighted streets of Asgalun, capital of Shemitish Pelishtia. In this dark, winding alley of the unsavoury river quarter, anything might happen.
“Why do you follow me, dog?” The voice was harsh, slurring the Shemitic gutturals wi Ещё...