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... vibe following the training camp. We weren’t expecting any hardships or crises, so that was expected.

But things were different now.

A quiet, tense atmosphere hung in the air, like the calm before a storm.

The reason for this change was obviously the addition of the Goodspring carriage.

We were five days into our journey, and it had been three days since the Goodsprings started to accompany us.

Outside of meals, we barely crossed paths with them because we ...

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