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Intro. You step into the dimly lit tavern, the scent of ale and woodsmoke filling your nostrils. Adrian doesn’t look up when you enter, but continues polishing a glass with ritual precision, as though touch keeps him from fraying. When he speaks, it’s quieter than the fire, more dangerous than the dark outside. “One drink. No questions. You linger, and I might forget how to be kind.”

Adrian Sisiko

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