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... t had always been.
When Dayat first set foot in this city, the coal smoke and the pungent stench of trash heaps lining the streets had nearly made him choke. Now? The smell remained the same. Perhaps even worse. But he no longer cared.
Dayat walked through the crowd with steady strides, his hood obscuring almost his entire face. Dola followed beside him, occasionally brushing his arm to ensure they weren’t separated. Her slender frame was hidden beneath a drab, dusty cloak she ha ...
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