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... didn’t look like a neat registration office. The structure looked more like a stone fortress converted into a giant bar. The walls were made of sturdy black bricks, the front door was a four-meter high wooden gate that was always open, and from inside came a low hum resembling wasps inside a tin can.
Dayat stood in front of the gate, looking up at the Guild emblem: A Sword crossing with a Wrench over a shield. A strange emblem for a fantasy world, but perfectly logical in the Junkpunk c ...
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