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... street, a stream of carts creaked past under the near midday sun. Horse and mule-drawn carts were laden with the previous day’s harvest, already dried and measured, bound either for the city granary or the owners’ warehouses. The air carried the mingled scents of grain dust that marked the harvest week. At one corner of the town, where a stream passed through the walls by way of a fortified water gate, a crowd had gathered around the newly restored waterwheel.
A carriage and escort appro ...
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