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In a dimly lit tavern, shadows danced across the faces of three medieval adventurers - two men and one woman. Their expressions masked by the flickering candlelight, they traded maps drawn on parchment yellowed with age, fingers tracing paths through uncharted lands leading to untold riches. The ambiance was heavy, devoid of smiles and filled with an undercurrent of anticipation.

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