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Chapter 233: Chains Worn Thin
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... ht was thick with the scent of brine and charred meat, the smoky air clinging to sweat-slicked skin. Greasy fingers tore into roasted fish and game as waves lapped gently against the shore, their rhythm lost beneath drunken laughter and the occasional burst of raucous shouting.
The Mountain People's welcome-home feast grew more indulgent as the hours dragged on. With their commanders absent, some men staggered toward the boats, drawn by the hidden treasures they had smuggled from the bur ...
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