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... s as he always did, unnoticed until he was already gone. Behind him, the Guild buzzed with life: overlapping voices, boots scraping against marble, and laughter spilling from the hall like steam from a boiling pot.
Adjusting the hem of his worn cloak, he stepped into the street, letting the morning light warm his shoulders. Greyvale was fully awake now.
Merchants shouted from their stalls, carts rolled along paved roads, and the mingled scents of bread, oil, iron, and dust create ...
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