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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀THERE⠀WAS⠀NO⠀PART⠀OF⠀HIM ⠀⠀⠀THAT⠀ WAS⠀ NOT⠀⠀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ⠀⠀⠀FOR ⠀ HAVING⠀ BEEN⠀ ⠀𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑵. ⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀WE⠀⠀ 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵⠀⠀⠀TO ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HOLD ⠀OUR ⠀HEADS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀──────⠀⠀ ⠀⠀AS⠀IF ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀WE⠀WEAR⠀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒. ⠀⠀
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┌────── ∘°❉°∘ ──────┐ ┊ ˚➶ 。˚ ❄ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵 └────── °∘❉∘° ──────┘
𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙠.
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Matthias nodded. “The Fjerdans believe all the world is connected through its waters – the seas, the ice, the rivers and streams, the rain and storms. All feed Djel and are fed by him. When we die, we call it felöt-objer , taking root."
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Getting sick from mere liquor is a 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 in the Barrel. She won't find it in him.
quirks a brow. you're going to make yourself sick.
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He was talking more 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. Most people fail to seek lessons in something seemingly trivial as poetry. Since? Since 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯?
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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀i⠀ start⠀ the ⠀ day ⠀𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ and ⠀ end ⠀ with ⠀ the ⠀𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍 ⠀⠀⠀⠀that ⠀ i’m ⠀ 𝖉𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌⠀ for ⠀ the ⠀ 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 ⠀
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He's not alone. There's an entire club full of people willing to spend their money on liquor and gambling chips all lined up to accompany him. Be his guest. Money is money—hers would line up his coffers just fine.
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Setting the last glass on the table, glaring daggers at her. What business, Zenik?
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He's 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. One more.
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Filling up a shot glass full to the brim, briskly tossing it into his mouth. And another one. And another one.
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Hardly. There is wisdom to be found in his poetry, that is all. It isn't often he finds someone who could quote it by heart.
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Rubinov. Good taste.
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He returns to the Crow Club and finds his staff slacking. They need to be taught the meaning of discipline again.
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|| i'll send out more of these later lovelies
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒; ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 for a message to plot. ⠀⠀ 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 for a short written starter. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ( may be selective. ) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
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Most nights, Kaz could do without Jesper's complaining. It had its uses, though; it was ever-present, like a mine canary's song. Something would have gone seriously wrong before Jesper Fahey lost his wits. Kaz took a moment to consult his pocketwatch, squinting in the minimal —
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— luminescence of the onboard bonelight. Ten minutes till eleven. "Head northwest towards Bolgracht," he said, flipping his pocketwatch back into his breast pocket. "Avoid the major canals. We'll go the last few paces on foot." Kaz picked up the other pair of oars, dipping —
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— them into the water and settling into Jesper's rhythm. Another thing a gunslinger was good for: Keeping time. "Have you been watching the floors all night? How was the traffic?"
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