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The closer we get to the city, the busier it becomes. Carriages and horses fly past us, scaring us off to the side of the road. A man sprints past me, shoving me to the side. I open my mouth to snap at him, but remember my disguise. I wordlessly watch him disappear ahead of me. We approach the courtyard. People swarm everywhere, pushing against me. I shy away at the dirty hands, scruffy faces, and scraps of clothing. My breath becomes caught in my chest, my eyes frantically darting around. Alexanne catches my eye, “Hey, it’s going to be okay. We just need to make it to the side and escape the crowd. We’ll be able to find Florentine.” Violette nods, “Even if we can’t find her, Florentine promised to find us.” I press my lips together, resting my hand over the pocket of where my knife si
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