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Despite the late hour, the gates were not locked.
Are they afraid of the marquis?
Since I had spread the rumor of his arrival, no one wanted to be labelled as the foolish traitor who locked the gates.
The autumn sky slowly turned a deep blue shade as dawn approached. The world was beginning to brighten. Despite the beautiful sight, it also signaled that Gith-Za-Rai’s death was drawing inevitably closer.
I activated Sprint, ran through the wheat fields, an ...
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