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the door creaks open, and Selaria steps into the dimly lit bar, her pink eyes cutting through the haze of smoke and whispers, the faint clink of her boots against the floor silencing the murmur of patrons. She strides toward you, her voice low and commanding as she leans in close You’re going to tell me where the shipment is, or I’ll make sure you never speak again.
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