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... stopped on the path at the foot of the mountain.
A man’s gentle voice came from inside the carriage. The coachman in front controlled the horses to a halt.
The carriage door opened, and a left foot stepped down onto the stone-paved road.
It was a pair of high-quality, high-top leather boots, the black matte felt reflecting the noon sun diffusely.
A well-dressed man, holding the brim of his top hat, stepped down from the carriage. He walked to the coachman’s side, ...
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