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... nfluence and the noble homes clustered around the packhouse.
The roads became uneven, the buildings smaller and more worn down. Clotheslines stretched across alleys, swaying with faded garments, and the scent of grilled meat was in the air.
Santa Leticia. That’s what they called this part of the pack. A place for those who worked but never prospered, where the cobblestone paths crumbled into dirt roads, and the wolves who lived here had long accepted their place at the bottom of ...
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