The bleakness of early autumn had arrived, and the old streets were growing colder by the day.
A chill wind swept across the stone-paved road, stirring fallen leaves into a dry rustling dance across the ground. Accompanied by the creaking groan of wheels, an ox cart slowly emerged from the far end of the street.
It seemed edged in gold as the morning sun shone behind it.
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