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... into a sticky candied apple, syrup dripping down her wrist. A weaver displaying cloth dyed with crushed flameberries, their hue brighter than blood. Trinkets carved from bone, charms shaped like dragons, crude but oddly charming.
Then a shout:
"Authentic treasures from the Queen’s own collection!"
I froze. A wiry man stood behind a stall stacked with glittering stones, bracelets, rings, half-tarnished, half-polished too hard. His voice carried smooth as oil. "Our queen, h ...
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