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... ty cart, gave the driver a nod, and walked off.
No "good luck."
No "try not to die."
Heh.
Perfect.
The guy’s already writing us off.
The cart ride was its own special kind of hell.
First, we rolled through the capital, all glowing bridges and silver trees.
It was pretty, I guess, if you like places that scream, "You’re poor."
Yael just stared out at it all, her face a block of stone.
"I hate this place," she said, no ...
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