The townspeople outside were gradually descending into chaos. Even though members of the gang were already shouting, telling everyone to wait just a little longer and that the gates would open soon, the commotion grew. It was a disorder born primarily of people pushing and shoving against one another.
"Silly child, run forward! Get as close to that gate as you can!"
A father shouted this at his child. While other children were already crowding toward the gate, his own child, along with several others, remained standing there in a daze. How could anyone afford to be dazed at a time like this?
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