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... where Daliac was. Winter meant shorter days. The sun had already begun to set, and shadows crept slowly between the sharp spires. The guards tapping their spears against the ground while checking carriages looked more like part of the scenery than living men.
Of course, there was nothing to worry about. I had identification from Grassmere, and if they asked me to remove my helmet, I could just use the Masquerade skill. But when we reached the gates, the guards didn't even look at us. ...
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