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The weary farmer on the dike looked up; passersby were the rare and precious topic of conversation in their impoverished lives.,Lan En's face, as pale as ice, showed no sign of change. He spurred his horse forward, "We shouldn't draw attention to ourselves any longer, Bolten. You know what the situation is.",Although still scared and unable to stand, he now had some intimidation factor.。