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... any. Wagons were pulled by ox or horses. Farmers were pulling their produce towards the City, and players were walking in groups of two or three.
I felt stares my way and heard whispers, muttering if I was a player or not. They must be curious about the mask on my face.
I didn't stop, though, since the scan didn't show anything worthwhile.
Like a madman, I ran nonstop until I reached a fork in the road with a direction sign plastered on a wooden board. My face lit up when ...
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