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... is fine, but the same can't be said about my clothes should I do something about it
After I got away from the crowd, I entered the quietest alley I could find, walking toward the rampart while trying to hide my white hair as much as possible with my tattered hood.
And then, I saw four men standing before me as if trying to block my way.
Stop right there.
One of them spoke with a command-like voice.
Seeing their faces, it seemed they were not the type that ...
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