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And so his glass was filled two times, and two times he downed them without an ounce of faltering.

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Jolly women and men, dancing to the rhythm of song, and nomadic bards relaying epics in dramatic fashion for a bit of coin so that he might drink and continue his journey.

All of this was strange, but he didn’t question it; not at the moment. +

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establishment where most of the patrons here could discern his abstract existence from the naked eye, yet, consumed by cheerful tunes new to his virgin ears, unversed and unabsorbed to the strange harmonies. +

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The bottle betwixt them was half full, which wouldn’t have been as bad if it hadn’t been the third batch ordered and served to them in the tavern, tonight. Only Raiō could explain his happening upon this rift in dimensions that lead down a grove into an +

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❝ Since I was youngster.❞

Kyourakū’s voice held no shame. . . Heavy ponderance, albeit, devoid of a bitter child’s chagrin or competent adults repugnance, that of which strengthens his self awareness to a point where he humbly accepts his vice, as do most imminent sinners. +

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