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“Find it! Don’t let it get away!”  An old woman’s voice, thick and raspy. “You there! Dwarf!” Fenn blinked and frowned at the awful, astringent taste in her mouth. Her breath was coming in heavy gasps. She was bathed in a cold sweat, leaning with her head against an unfamiliar wall, staring down at shoes she didn’t recognize, spattered with something wet, lumpy, and white.  “Oy, you sot!”   Her head might have been full of the same sludge her shoes were covered in. The clatter of metal and mucky squelch of footsteps tugged at her attention. She sensed rather...