Amado's face, creased with wrinkles, squeezed together like the dried peel of an orange.
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He asked sternly.
"What on earth is going on? Why are there so many bizarre thefts? And why are all the victims people who have crossed you, your opponents? Do you know how many people have come to me to complain? They're accusing you of colluding with doomsday cultists, of retaliating against dissenters!"
An elder exclaimed, "Such incidents have never occurred in the upper city district. It is the core area of Thalorian, the bright land that everyone yearns for. How could such malicious events take place?"
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