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... r all at once. It swells, hour by hour, street by street, until the city can no longer contain the weight of what gathers inside it.
By the third morning, the roads leading into Celes are no longer roads.
They are rivers of people.
Adventurers arrive in endless waves, banners tied to packs, weapons slung openly over shoulders. Cloaks mark guilds. Emblems flash—iron, silver, gold, adamantine, diamond. Camps spread beyond the outer walls, tents packed so tightly that smoke ...
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