Lilette stood atop the old roof as she had grown accustomed to.
All around she smelled the rot which clung to The Shallows, heard the gently lap of swamp water against boats whose passengers thought they went unnoticed in the dark. She saw all in the dark, heard all, with her sensitive ears...
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