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... nst the cobblestones echoed through the narrow alleys of the capital. Despite how cold the night air had become over the last month, it still burned nonetheless in my lungs while I struggled to maintain my breathing as I darted down the cobbled roads. My cloak Shadow Lynx cloak billowed behind me as I shifted my course to vault over a crate cluttering the path. In the distance, though not too far to my rear, I could hear shouts growing louder.
The gang's presence was everywhere—boots sla ...
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