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... ers, loomed before Lumian, stretching as far as the eye could see.
A multitude of private carriages, four-seaters, open tops, tandems, and cargo carriers queued, awaiting entry through the city gate.
Blue-uniformed tax collectors and white-shirted, black-vested police officers inspected each carriage methodically. Occasionally, they would demand identification or order pedestrians to open their suitcases.
Lumian, clutching his brown suitcase, scanned the scene, casting fu ...
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