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... rough the bustling streets with an air of quiet confidence. His black robe, a stark contrast against the bright hues of the marketplace, fluttered slightly with each step. The moment he stepped onto the main road, he felt the weight of countless eyes upon him.
Women whispered behind their hands, their eyes flickering with admiration. Some noble ladies exchanged excited glances, while merchants' daughters peeked from behind stalls, giggling. The older woman tending vegetable stands smiled ...
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