Yekong shook his head.
The carriage resumed its rhythmic jingle, and lulled by the sound, Yekong drifted into a deep sleep.
When he woke up again, they were in a bustling marketplace. The carriage stood by the roadside, and the air was filled with the cries of peddlers and hawkers. Roused from his sleep, Yekong forced a few words out through his raspy throat, "Where are we?"
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