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... ty’s crowded marketplace.
A heavy wooden door suddenly burst open with a thunderous kick.
A thug wearing a wide-brimmed hat swaggered in, his expression ugly with menace.
"Old Jack! It’s already the second day. How much longer do you plan on stalling me?"
On a rickety wooden bed, an old fishmonger with a crippled leg struggled to sit upright. His hands trembled as he pressed them to the sheets. His eyes filled with desperation as he looked at the thug.
"Bo ...
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