Eligor

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In the extravagant trade country of Leim, the tall building decorated with orange and gold flames stood in front of you. Just sitting there, mockingly. Instead of doors the entrance was a silver gate and the main building was made from black obsidian. Like it was burned in a fire tornado and left crumble away to dust. It's walls were made to be yours, you convinced yourself. That Djinn would be yours, and you'd be rich.

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