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... the air, his boots crunching against grit.
He steadied himself, breathing in the heavy air of the capital.
The scent of smoke, horses, and fried bread carried down the narrow alley he stood in.
He tugged his coat straight, dusting at the hem before walking towards the sliver of light ahead.
The capital unfurled before him.
Wide avenues lined with high stone buildings.
Merchants hawking their wares from stalls. Beggars calling for alms in the gutter ...
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