There I was. Sitting in my badly lit apartment. Before me lay an old box containing cigars. A relic from the past, I guess. I got one of the cigars tugged between my fingers...
There he sat at his wooden desk. His face illuminated by the candles before him. His eyes felt heavy. It’s not easy being the grand commander of a city like this. Lozeras, the dirty...
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