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... faint tang of incense burning in the temple district below. Rhys leaned back against the willow trunk, eyes half-closed. For a long while, he simply listened—the chatter of merchants rolling carts, the call of gulls wheeling over the harbor, the rhythmic clang of smiths hammering steel into shape. Golden Fortune lived, breathed, and moved around him, but for once it did not demand anything of him.
That stillness was almost foreign.
When at last he rose, the sun was high, paintin ...
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