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... fied and re-energized. The smashed table from earlier had been replaced by an ornate, polished one, and the food served this time was leagues above what they'd initially been given. Juicy roasted meats, rich stews, and fresh-baked bread had filled their plates, a clear testament to the inn's true capabilities.
Marcus tore into a thick slab of meat with unrestrained enthusiasm, grease dripping down his chin. "Motherfucker," he growled between bites, glaring at the manager who stood nervou ...
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