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... ready sparsely populated, with few carriages and even fewer travelers in sight.
At a crossroads stood an inn.
A few Mongolian horses lowered their heads, devouring their feed, their necks practically covering the entire manger. Sparse lamps were lit inside the inn for illumination, and someone inside called out a few times,
"Is anyone here?"
"Here." An old man, frail and hunched, descended the stairs slowly with the aid of a walking stick.
"We're from the ...
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