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... was waiting for my wives at the designated meeting place.
Underneath a massive oak tree, I killed time cloaked in a single-layered outfit with a hood pulled low over my face.
Though my wives had departed earlier than me, I had arrived first.
Flint explained it was inevitable since I traveled on horseback instead of a carriage, and my wives needed to be more cautious than I did.
After all, I was officially presumed dead, so no one would be searching for me.
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