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... treets were neither too wide nor too narrow, just the kind most common in the Lower Town—the ground was ragged, but not muddy; a carriage could pass through it, but no driver would want to drive through it. It was a miracle that the low shacks stretched between the stone buildings, making it difficult to tell which was a house and which was an open space.
The Assassin, like all his brethren, wears a full-face white mask adorned with the ornate tail feathers of exotic birds. He was wearing ...
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