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... ad stepped out of a painter's dream and accidentally stayed in the real world. Hills rolled like lazy waves around it, the trees always wore a touch of golden hue, and the cobblestone streets felt warm even at night.
And right now?
It was loud.
Bright.
Festive.
And absolutely not Zen's scene.
"WHAT... is happening," Zen muttered, eyes scanning the streets packed with music, food stalls, dancers, and flying lanterns.
Kael clapped a heavy han ...
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