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... ent fog that only grew thicker as they advanced. Snow and mud mixed beneath their horses’ hooves, each step sinking with a heavy, wet crunch.
Trafalgar glanced to his right. The captain easily over two meters tall was riding just ahead of him. The poor horse beneath him looked like it was doing everything in its power not to collapse. From behind, it almost looked like a grown ass man riding a pony.
Trafalgar clicked his tongue and trotted up beside him. "Wouldn’t it have been be ...
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