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... yesterday," Liam pleaded to the elderly man. Liam looked around forty, with a thin mustache and a neatly trimmed beard. His voice trembled with anxiety, surrounded by fellow townsfolk, men and women alike, each clutching farming tools and dressed in worn-out clothes.
"Yes, Mayor. It's dangerous out there now with all the goblins roaming around," another man added. "I can't imagine what might've happened to him. It's already sunset, this will makes it two nights he's been gone."
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