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... his frustration mounting.
"We have until sundown. If we don’t deliver the pure mana by then, the collectors from the fifth floor will come knocking. And they won’t be polite about it."
He muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
His servant, a nervous-looking half-elf barely older than a teenager, wrung his hands.
"What will we do, Lord Gozu? We don’t have enough, and the black market’s dry. They’ll ruin us."
Gozu flopped into the nearest armchair, gro ...
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