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"Old Snargan's Bet" by ellafell
The coin spun in the air as the customer sat with bated breath. The faded edges visible in the glinting candlelight, Snargan's betting coin finally landed on his outstretched palm. The old Skeith looked at it and smirked. 'Your money is mine!' The slumped form of yet another...

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