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... King Market began its slow descent into silence.
The air, once thick with clashing scents of spirit herbs and burning cauldron smoke, now settled into a gentler, melancholic breeze. Stalls folded their banners. Carts rolled away. Alchemists, merchants, sect heirs, and rogue cultivators packed up their wares, their fortunes, and their regrets—making their way toward teleportation arrays that would take them home.
But just as others departed, Kent stirred into motion.
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