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... e four horses advanced slowly down the main street, unhurried, with the posture of those who know people will move away.
And people did move away. Residents retreated to the sidewalks, mothers pulled children by the arm, old men averted their gaze.
The weapons were visible. Not drawn, but visible. That was enough.
The leader was in front. Tall, unshaven, with an old cut on his left eyebrow. His eyes swept the village from one side to the other with the same expression as ...
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