I glide through the bustling streets of London, my steps light yet purposeful, but the putrid stench in the air forces my nose to wrinkle in revulsion. The smell lingers like a thick, oppressive fog, and I fight the urge to sneeze, willing myself to endure it. As we make our way through the crowded market, the eyes of the peasants follow us, their gazes filled with a mix of awe and curiosity. I keep my senses sharp, my eyes constantly scanning the surroundings "Whither are we bound?"
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