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KETTERDAM felt bad, to say the least.

The sound of the waves clashing againt the harbor echoed through their ears as the boat approached its journey's end. The smell of dead fish was repulsive, compelling the two girls to cover their noses with their coal-stained hands. When the watercraft finally came to a stop, they rushed towards the deck to alight on land. It didn't take long for them to notice that Ketterdam was atrocious. There were no lights to guide them through the darkness, only the distant sound of heavy laughter and the clinking of glass, but both Grisha resisted the slight urge creeping up their bodies to turn back, no matter how terrifying or intimidating the town was, because their hope was stronger than their fear.

Without a single word coming out of their mouths and their heads looking at their feet, the gravel streets felt gritty under the worn out boots. As they came across the gambling house from which the loud noises came from, one set of eyes met a huge, dark silver crow carved into the building's facade, and although Vega was truly tempted to stay for a little while, she decided against it, not wanting to draw any attention towards her companion or herself.


she certainly didn't expect
the amount of trouble
the place was about
to grant her


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