Hastiand stepped outside and emptied the bottles he’d chosen for the kerosene. He then placed the bottles in his bag and set the bag down next to the front entrance of the wine and spirits shop.
All he needed now was a way to get into the barrels. He set off down the street, keeping his eyes peeled for a carpenter or a metalworking shop. To his dismay, he found none. The road continued sloping downward and eventually ran into a beach where sea waves rolled back and forth across the sand.
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