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... era, the streets of Olstrum were cloaked in a thin, gray mist. The air was crisp, carrying the faint metallic tang of steam and oil that permeated the city. A mail boy pedaled his bicycle through the quiet streets, the rhythmic clatter of its wheels echoing against the cobblestones. His bag, slung over his shoulder, was stuffed with letters, each one bearing the hopes, secrets, and demands of its recipient. The boy's breath came in visible puffs as he navigated the winding roads, his movements ...
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