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... morning. Wagons creaked over packed gravel, pulled by draft beasts with dull eyes and sunken bellies.
Merchants shouted in hoarse voices, pushing wilted fruit, faded cloth, cracked clay pots. The air was an uncomfortable blend of damp smoke, fresh manure, and briny river stink.
Eren paused about thirty meters from the gate, squinting to adjust to the sudden brightness after hours in the wet forest gloom.
Behind him, Nyssa stumbled over a tuft of dry grass, nearly falling. ...
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