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... anches of Vaingall like a lure braided from smoke and soul. Kivas took in a long breath, the savory tang of cooked substance and roasted spice making her knees weaken.
"It smells like dinner. Like, real dinner. Will there be a gentle lady that offers me actual food? A lady who's kind to strangers with a warm family to bode?" Kivas voice came in quick succession. "Do people even have cities here? Is it a marketplace? Is it underground? A floating town? A hive built into a living cliff? Wh ...
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