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... armarthen town. Thankfully, the streets were empty. Even if they weren’t, the noble lady who appeared to be in her mid-forties would not have ordered the Coachman to slow down, despite the risk to the townspeople.
The noble lady fists clenched in anger, silently gritting her teeth when the thoughts of her son came in mind.
"Wait till I get my hands on that boy!" She couldn’t tell if she was worried or angry. Her only wish was that she found her nuisance of a son before he landed ...
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