The dense fog that had blanketed the city was now gradually thinning. This was partly because the party's preparations had taken a little longer than expected.
Clip-clop, clip-clop -
As Hashim strode down the middle of the main road, Ian, mounted on Moro, followed alongside the carriage. There were far fewer people on the thoroughfare than usual, and it surely wasn't just because of the fog.
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