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... etched out shadows, which were cast onto the walls, turning into the cold town’s nocturnal landscape. The yawning sheriff held a butter lamp, walking through the streets and alleys in a thick windbreaker, with the sound of leather boots trampling and squeezing through the mud blending seamlessly with the snoring from within houses, composing a symphony for slumber.
In the night, an intrusive stranger arrived.
The continuous clopping of horse hooves echoed. Behind the visitor, the ...
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