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Azrael had been having a long day. Somehow almost every single one of the central Shadow Syndicate members had been in and out of his office for one thing or another:    Varrik Rurikovich had gotten into a scrap with someone who had gotten a bit too direct with one of his partners and made them uncomfortable. So he’d had to wrangle the much larger GluttonyDoll into sitting down and staying still for the hou...

Montresor had barely taken a step in the bar when a short bartender bumped into him, spilling most of the tray of drinks on him. He looked down at his soaked clothes before looking at the nervous bartender. She was nearly a whole foot shorter than him. “Sorry!” She bent down and cleaned up the glasses, using a towel she had on the tray to clean the liquor that had made it to the floor. When she stood up, she took ...