And a port it had been.
Even as the rising sun crept up over the horizon and between the tattered curtain, Cassian knew it was going to be a bad day. A weary intake of breath filled the man's nostrils with the indiscretions of the previous evening. The sweet sickly scent of liquor mixing poorly...
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