The Siren's Rest tavern crouched like a diseased crab on the weathered docks of the port, its timber walls black with salt and age. Inside, smoke from a dozen pipes mingled with the acrid stench of unwashed bodies and cheap rum. Rain hammered against the grimy windows while wind howled through gaps in the walls.
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