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... the concept doesn’t exist among us humans.
Back in Havenmoore, important travels were always accompanied by grandeur—ornate carriages lined up in rows, servants bustling to ensure every detail was perfect.
I stood in the courtyard, watching as the demon nobles prepared to leave. No carriages. No servants bustling about, all of them just standing in the courtyard talking to each other. In fact, there was no sign of any carriages or anything that would aid our travel.
I was ...
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