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So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

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Finally, the bus arrives, and I hop on. I’m sitting there, looking out the window, and I see the Tower of Refuge. It’s such a cool landmark. I remember the first time I saw it. I was like, “Whoa, this place is magical.”

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