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... also spared some mourning.
What has passed, has passed.
At nightfall, Flossie Wright was wandering slowly down the street, holding skewered meat bought from a roadside stall, contemplating her place for the night and whether to buy some gear for a trip into the mountains tomorrow.
The skewered meat was unfinished, but her thoughts had taken form.
Yet, a group of people suddenly appearing in her field of vision drew her attention.
As it was nearing dusk, t ...
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