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... me like he knows I’m hiding the extra bacon in my left boot," Tybalt muttered, flicking the reins of the mountain ponies.
The wagon groaned as it hit a particularly deep rut in the road leading out of Silver-Port’s outskirts. We were officially in the foothills now, where the salty breeze of the ocean was being replaced by the sharp, pine-heavy air of the low mountains. The city was a distant silhouette behind us, a cluster of white stone clinging to the cliffs.
I looked back at ...
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