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When Shushuk reached the guild, he suddenly felt something was wrong: his head was spinning, he was unsteady on his feet, and then he collapsed to the floor and fell asleep.
After some time, he woke up in one of the rooms of this building, all his belongings neatly stacked near him.
Damn, I need to wear my helmet constantly.
- What the hell is going on here? What kind of witchcraft is this?
First, Shushuk puts on his helmet and arms himself. Then he checks if the door is locked; if not, he looks for someone in the guild who could explain what happened.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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