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... he narrow streets, guided by a puppet no larger than an arm.
It hovered slightly above the ground, its wooden limbs moving with unnatural smoothness as though invisible threads pulled at it from somewhere unseen.
The streets were uneven, stones cracked and darkened by years of soot and something far older than smoke.
Villagers lingered in doorways and behind half drawn curtains. Their eyes drifted toward the newcomers, calm and almost bored, before sliding away as if noth ...
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