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"A Bruce with a Contract" by sirr1ch1
The Bruce sat in the darkest corner, of the darkest inn Mystery Island had to offer. The air was stifling. Being a Bruce, he was more suited for the cooler climate of Terror Mountain, but he always went to wherever his contracts sent him. The door to the inn opened, letting in a slight breeze...

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