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... he first thing Azriel heard when he came to his senses.
He stood in a narrow, filthy alleyway, the weight of damp mud pressing into the soles of his worn, cracked boots. The air stank of rot and smoke.
Looking down, Azriel noticed his auction attire had vanished—replaced with a rough, earth-toned tunic that clung uncomfortably to his skin.
He clicked his tongue.
"Dammit."
He'd messed up.
"FOR LIBERTY AND EQUALITY!"
'Royal Revolution...'
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