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... halt. Ruelle stepped down, her trunk set carefully at her feet. For a moment she stood watching the carriage wheels roll away, the familiar rattle fading into the narrow road.
She drew in a breath that smelt of wood smoke. Home at last, she thought to herself with a smile. She then took hold of the trunk’s handle before pulling it towards the house.
A few villagers noticed her at once. Heads turned with their voices lowered. One of the men nudged the fellow beside him and muttere ...
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