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... er been more excited about a Tuesday evening in his entire life.
He was nineteen years old, a harbor worker at Hoshin Bay’s bustling docks, and he’d just spent three bronze coins he’d saved from walking home on a bouquet of purple flowers. The same shade as her hair.
Jon lived at the fringe of what the city folk called "The Sprawl." A somewhat demeaning term for the ever-expanding settlements that had grown around Hoshin Bay over the past decades. The city itself sat behind prope ...
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