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... till-open stalls displayed salted fish, wolf pelts, and stale bread fresh from the oven. Men carried firewood, women shouted prices, and children ran through the narrow alleys.
Damon looked around with wide eyes. It wasn’t just the bustle—it was the warmth of people. The stark contrast to the forest they had come from. It was as if they were two different worlds separated by a wall.
But with each passing face, Damon felt his throat dry. Every human heartbeat was like a drum in hi ...
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