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| Noxport, city of shadows, where the salt-stained air whispered of trade and treachery. Ships docked at the ancient piers, sails heavy with the weight of fortune. The city itself bent beneath the sway of those who lived by the murky currents of the port. It was a place where secrets hid in the folds of every alley, where backroom deals and unspeakable bargains were the currency of survival. ~~~ Read the story at Evidence |