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... ved at the entrance of Spring Wind Pavilion, the street outside had already lost all pretense of order.
People were everywhere.
Not the usual loose gathering of drinkers and patrons, but a full-on human flood—official robes rubbing shoulders with merchant silks, wealthy householders squeezing in beside clerks and craftsmen. Even well-off commoners who normally wouldn’t dare set foot near such a place were craning their necks, standing on tiptoe, desperately trying to glimpse what ...
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