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... e strained pants of a significantly aged man resounded, alongside the sounds of his wooden footwear, across the empty gardens of a vast compound whilst he ran.
Tap! Tap!
The middle-aged man ran, his face dark with calamitous foreboding, his heart pounding wildly.
...And it was not because of the marathon he'd just undergone.
'Damn, I cannot believe this! This was the first time in years we let the young master enter the city unaccompanied, and something like this ...
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