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Chapter 19: House Rules
Author: TRY
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"If you so much as twitch that obsidian shoulder of yours and knock over even a single chip, Vaelric, I will personally feed you to the house enforcers piece by jagged piece," Seraphyne muttered beneath her breath, her fingers deftly sliding a stack of dented copper tokens across the scarred, water-stained felt of the gaming table.

The air inside the belly of the rusted cargo ship was thick, hot, and suffocatingly sweet with the scent of cheap smoke-leaf and stale synthetic liquor. Overhead, a
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