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... t, the gate set between the white city walls slowly creaked open.

At dawn, an inconspicuous brown carriage slowly drove out.

The driver was shrouded in black, their head bowed as if to avoid showing their face. Even their hands were covered with thick gloves.

The sky was still dim as the fog began to dissipate, yet a crowd outside the gate had already spotted the carriage. They had been waiting for a long time.

The crowd surged forward, each person trying to squee ...

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