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... one streets. Behind him, his men and the court trailed at a distance, though they were scarcely visible.
He had chosen to ride alone, as was tradition for a prince returning from war. The wind tugged at his cloak, sending it billowing like a black flag behind him, but the city itself remained eerily still.
Not a single sound escaped from the towering walls of the grand city, not a single soul appeared on the streets. Only the rhythmic beat of his horse's hooves against the stone ...
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