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... h by the shore, there was a simple little dock. A few thick wooden stakes were hammered into the shallow water, and alongside them, a long wooden bridge was constructed.

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A small boat had already docked earlier, and a woman dressed as a scholar leaped off, glanced back at the trio without a word, tossed down the boat fare, and with a longsword on her back, strode away.

After disembarking, they followed the direction the woman ha ...

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