"This is what I like to see. A hateful young elf hitting rock bottom." Cane stood in the doorway to the small apartment shared by Unocello and Biscuit. He paused before entering as the smell of the room wafted over him.
Unocello stood ghostlike in black soiled clothes that looked like rags in the raw sunlight. "Cane, just the person i
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