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... unt Bayezid and always bustling with people.

It was not only the central hub of northern logistics where two rivers converged, but also a city that thrived by the power of the Bayezid family, a prestigious family in the north

Therefore, people often referred to the Shoara city as the "lighthouse of the north" because it shone as brightly at night as it did during the day.

However, there were always shadows under the lamp.

There was one area in the city where every ...

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