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... lightly fogged windows were now completely opaque. Even the hammered-on boards that barred entry to the door looked so old they were falling apart. A drunk lay on the ground, either dead or on his way out, next to a wooden sign that had long since fallen from its iron posting, old text barely legible from the decay, the small smiling face that had been carved into it nowhere to be seen.
Grays Apothecary.
You knew, I said. It wasnt an accusation. Just a statement of fact.
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