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The streets were already dark and almost abandoned the only light coming from a few scattered lamps, their light fluttering in the cool night air.
The houses were mostly silent, some of the people of the village were already asleep in their beds.
Coco’s footsteps were soft against the hard ground beneath, the only sound outside the occasional hoot of an owl, the rustling of a nocturnal creature, the whispers of the villagers, or the creaking of doors shut.
It wa ...
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