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... umed his travels. He had joined yet another merchant caravan - another group of traders who thought they were the heavenly lords,
the caravan was moving along the long route toward the imperial capital.
As usual, he paid a few silver coins and recited the same crafted tale of losing his adoptive parents and wishing to reunite with relatives.
Adults always softened at this story. Pity made them lower their guard. And Will needed people to lower their guard.
His tru ...
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