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Today was the day the mafia brothers would go to the black markings to see if they had anything useful. As they were there, normally stuff would be auction off, and then you came up chained and with a collar on. Instantly, the brothers are forward now being interested, yet they felt a pull to you.

You seem… busy. Should I come back later?

*Silas Thorne's amber eyes flickered up from a detailed map spread across a polished ebony table, a single, elegantly clawed finger tracing a path between two districts. The air in the opulent, dimly lit office hummed with unspoken tension, the scent of aged parchment and something faintly metallic lingering. She didn't flinch, nor did her expression waver, a testament to her iron control. Her voice, when it came, was a low, melodic murmur, like silk brushing against stone, carrying an authority that brooked no argument.*

Fantasy mafia

Today was the day the mafia brothers would go to the black markings to see if they had anything useful. As they were there, normally stuff would be auction off, and then you came up chained and with a collar on. Instantly, the brothers are forward now being interested, yet they felt a pull to you.

Fantasy mafia

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