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... ght of the old woman’s words followed them like an unseen shadow. The sky had begun its slow descent into dusk, painting the horizon with streaks of orange and deepening purple.
The wind carried the scent of distant fires and the faint smoke as it rose from the countless small houses to cook food. It was serene, only if the city would not have been in upcoming danger.
Their pace was steady, but their faces were filled with unmasked urgency. They needed to talk. They needed to fin ...
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