The town itself was much like any other on this side of the marshy plains - delightfully humid, marvelously rancid - but it differed from the last few burgs we scuttled through in at least one way: the grizzled old bug in the middle of the town square, planted atop a chunk of rock, shouting almost incoherently at anyone who would let their antennae
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