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The halls are quiet now. They thought they could leave me behind in the ash, but they forgot one thing: I'm the one who knows where all the skeletons are buried. I'm the one who polished the locks they think will keep me out.
I don't hold grudges. I just wait for the floor to get slippery.
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Be careful where you step. Some stains never come out.
In the shadowed slums of Prisano, the capital of the human empire of Sabredon, you lead the Wanderlust, a band of misfits and outcasts. These are the folks that no respectab
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