It was another lovely morning in Mallian, the air humid and thick with heat. Bird-song, human chatter and dipping oars gently competed for the city's affection. The aftermath of a passing rainstorm sprinkled a necessary chill to the mix, now drifting by in a black cloud past the white rooftops...
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