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The steam vents hissed and belched, whisperin’ secrets into the night. And I, Pipkin Sprocket , gnome hard-boiled detective, was ready for whatever came next. Because in Innarlith, the game was always afoot. Rate this story: Short AI-generated stories about a hard boiled private eye living in the Forgotten Realms. | RSS