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... streets wound between ancient wooden buildings, their shutters closed tight as though the structures themselves were holding their breath. The silence was oppressive, unnatural for a place that should have been bustling with activity at this hour.
There were no merchants hawking wares, no children playing in the streets. A lone horse stood tethered near the town's entrance, its eyes wide with a nervous energy that matched the atmosphere.
"They're avoiding the shadows," Draven no ...
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