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... g with activity as I made my way from Cain's place. The city was a machine in motion, gears turning as merchants unfurled their canopies, artisans opened their shops, and workers trudged through the cobbled streets toward their posts. The scent of fresh bread curled through the morning air, mingling with the sharp bite of iron from the smithies. Street criers called out the latest news, their voices competing with the distant chime of the city bells marking the early hour.
Cain's estate ...
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