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... ’s market square was already humming with life. Marron stood beside her cart, sleeves rolled up, hair tied back, and let the sound of laughter and bargaining wash over her.
The air was thick with woodsmoke, roasting meat, and the faint perfume of wildflowers wound into garlands above the stalls. It was a stark contrast to her first day in Whisperwind, with all of the beastkin observing her like she was a frog waiting to be dissected.
"Three days of preparation for three hours of ...
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