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As he walked around the town that smelled of freshly baked dough and manure at the same time, he stopped as something caught the corner of his way.
In the alleyway to his left, he saw what looked to be a young girl, wrapped in a tattered cloth, hiding within it as she held out a rusty cup.
A beggar.
I guess some things are the same between worlds, huh? He thought.
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As he walked around the town that smelled of freshly baked dough and manure at the same time, he stopped as something caught the corner of his way.
In the alleyway to his left, he saw what looked to be a young girl, wrapped in a tattered cloth, hiding within it as she held out a rusty cup.
A beggar.
I guess some things are the same between worlds, huh? He thought.
Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.