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... houted prices from their stalls, carriages clattered over polished stone roads, and the aroma of roasted meat mingled with the fresh river air, drifting lazily through the afternoon breeze.
There was no hint in the vibrant city that a massacre had taken place in Greyvale just days before. Trade didn’t pause for sorrow, and gold didn’t wait for mourning; life simply marched on.
Boren strolled down the main street at a leisurely pace, a leather-bound book snugly tucked under his ar ...
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