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... ring within a dense market space. In front of the spaced out limestone and wood buildings, are wooden stands with a color piece of cloth draped over heat. The phrases, meat, eggs, roots, gardenia, and dairy were labeled with the name of the stand beforehand.

While Elijah was trying to figure the reason for Banum's name popping up, Niko looked in ah at the flavors they were passing. Dark brown and aged rectangular bills were being exchanged in between the people – while wooden crates were ...

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