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Chapter 11 A Plea to the Queen
In the rustic confines of Mistrell Chalice tavern, Agnus slowly stirred on a makeshift cot, his brow furrowed with pain. He was recovering from a grievous stab wound, and his memory was hazy. Nearby, Rosche and Eamon, his loyal companions, sat with deep concern etched into their expressions.
Agnus winced, his voice weak. "What happened? Why does m
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