[ Those are the sound of firm footsteps you're hearing. Footsteps that suit the steady movement of his stride, of the straight-backed and confident posture belonging to the one stepping down a stone-laden path of the City. Who could it possibly be? A new arrival? But how strange that a new arrival would be so unperturbed by the atypical sight
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Its wool was white like doves.
A big bad wolf came by one day
Now Mary has some gloves!
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