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... what felt like hours, my senses stretched thin over the festival’s chaotic tapestry. My efforts felt strangely mundane. I’d intercepted three pickpockets and one clumsy cutpurse, handing them over to the harried village watchers. It was a different rhythm from my past work—reactive instead of proactive, preventing petty crime instead of executing precise, lethal missions. The stakes felt both lower and somehow more confusing. Yet, my primary target remained frustratingly elusive. I hadn’t seen ...
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