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... y the air began to cut through my cloak, in the stiffness of my fingers that struggled to hold my dagger, and generally throughout my entire body that seemed to react much slower than before. Winter was coming, and I really needed new gear. Tomorrow for sure, I had promised myself.
I moved through the streets in ways that locals could not match. I seemed both intimately familiar with the region, excluding an aura of confidence; yet I might as well have not been there, with few if anyone ...
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