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Without the merchant noticing, they slid right in.
Smooth. Silent.
(Okay, not really silent. Min almost tripped on a barrel.)
They dropped their bags inside like it was their own damn ride.
Their eyes darted around.
Barrels. Pouches.
And then... there it was.
Their horse.
The slim bastard.
Sitting inside the carriage
The horse—turned its head, eyes wide.
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