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We have no choice. Look at that sky... It'll probably rain tonight. The old stonemason kept warning us, the st…

We have no choice. Look at that sky... It'll probably rain tonight. The old stonemason kept warning us, the stele was just carved, and the gold powder is still fresh. If it gets soaked, this run's for nothing.

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