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Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

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No one – most of those who got up so early are heading towards the artisans' quarter: hurried, with a brisk pace and a vacant look. Few, more composed, are heading towards the merchants' quarter: wrapped in cloaks and carefully watching their steps. Finally, the most ragged and emaciated are shuffling towards the tavern.

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Voldemar incinerates a dweller of the slums 2. Two guards appear. The last remaining scoundrel throws down his weapon and surrenders. – I swear, I was forced to!
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers