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... the midnight hour was a time of peace.
The streets were quiet, the houses dark as the townsfolk slept, but the street torches glowed and flickered softly, their light casting shadows on the almost empty streets.
The only sound was the occasional call of knights for the other knights or the distant playful chuffs of the baby leopard somewhere in the town.
The air was still, the night air cool and peaceful, like it was as if the town itself was resting, the residents hidden ...
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