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... gotten in the winding alleys of the city's northern district, was alive with laughter and light by mid-afternoon.
People came and went, carrying baskets, dishes, and decorations. Cultivators in plain robes darted about, stringing up lanterns and helping arrange tables and benches. From time to time, curious residents popped their heads out to ask what was going on.
"A birthday party," the guests would reply.
"Whose?" they'd ask.
But the junior members of the Posha ...
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