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... streets from the administrative district.
The kind of place that rented to travelers without asking for names.
Two narrow beds, a table, and a window that faced a wall rather than a street. A single oil lamp on the table, already lit, its light barely reaching the corners.
Alistair sat on the edge of the bed and didn’t move for a while.
The day had cost more than it appeared. Not physically. The walk was manageable, and the city navigation unremarkable.
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