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Chapter 65B5 - : A Not-So-Peaceful Spring
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... h, it turned to hail—not the murderous kind, just small, stinging pellets, but enough to make the trip thoroughly unpleasant. By the time I reached the city, I was battered, bruised, and in a really foul mood.
Zarad hadn’t changed. Sandstone houses with domed roofs stretched across the landscape, their warm tones contrasting with the shimmering canals that cut through the city. The afternoon sun, finally making an appearance, reflected off the water, turning the whole place golden.
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