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... , he might not be able to carry all the silver coins from the Fishermen’s Pier by himself...’
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「The next morning.」
The light of dawn had yet to break through, and a thick fog blanketed the river.
The damp air, heavy with the stench of fish, drifted over, clinging to their clothes with a clammy chill.
Behind a dilapidated shack on higher ground, two figures wearing Ghost Face Masks stood motionless like a pair of hibernating beasts, coldly looking down a ...
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