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A Pocket Coach
Annette and Samantha had walked out of the guild, as both headed to the train station, the building was wide, filled with many benches that were seated on by various types of people or even pets, as a child that passed them was carrying a cat in her hands, while using her other hand to hold on to her father, to prevent her from losing herself in the crowd. Annette decided to sit down, as Samantha went to the desk in front of them to buy two tickets for Turiy, the capital of Shason. Annette allowed her eyes to wonder around the place, until they stopped as they focused on the figure in front of her. It was an old man, gray hair, light blue eyes that resembled that of clear water and with a posture that resembled that of a stick, rigid and straight, wearing a huge flannel over his body, pro
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