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... tives, or perhaps it was encountering a creditor, or maybe some news had been overheard from the military nobility of the city-states. The next morning, Olosh's roaring voice hurried everyone to rise and set off southward along the smooth riverside dirt road.

Ever since entering the Mexican Plateau, the road southward had been comfortable and safe.

The end of the dry season in Mexico was still cool and dry, with the sky high and the clouds sparse, and without the bothersome rain ...

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