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... the mist that blanketed the silent main road of Sharloin, where everyone still slept. Each of the carriages bore the same emblem—the insignia of the Cavalry.
Soon, the procession of carriages came to a halt before the guards stationed at Sharloin’s North Gate. A man stepped out from among them. His face obscured by the hood of his outer cloak, he parted the garment to reveal a badge for identification and spoke in a slow, deliberate voice.
“We are the Cavalry. We need to exit th ...
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