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‘Whoa! ’Tis not your lucky night, stranger. The dice command me to hold my tongue.’
He and his swarthy companions turn their backs on you and laugh as they continue their game. You shrug your shoulders and press on along the crowded street.
‘Whoa! ’Tis not your lucky night, stranger. The dice command me to hold my tongue.’
He and his swarthy companions turn their backs on you and laugh as they continue their game. You shrug your shoulders and press on along the crowded street.