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... the pedestrians, and then screeched to a halt outside the Lyon City Hall amid the coachman's "Wuo" shouts.
The general manager of Grande Manufacturing Company, Flimlan, leapt from the carriage, sprinting toward the finance office with athletic skills difficult to match at 50.
Upon entering the city hall, he finally caught his breath.
There were only five or six people in line ahead of him; he was quite early.
No wonder he was anxious, as no one could be sure how ...
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