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... proper. Soren had never seen so many people pressed into one stretch of earth, merchants hauling carts piled high with goods, pilgrims trudging with downcast eyes and prayer beads clutched in calloused hands, messengers on lathered horses weaving through gaps with reckless determination.
The very air felt different here, thick with the mingled scents of sweat, perfume, livestock, and desperation.
"Close ranks," Ser Dallen commanded, his voice cutting through the cacophony of shou ...
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