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... , and the smell of roasted nuts. The streets of the capital were packed shoulder-to-shoulder with beast-kin in colorful masks and festive robes.
I stood behind my stall, Primrose’s Moon-Cakes, which was currently the most popular spot in the square. I had sold two hundred cakes in an hour.
Money, I thought, counting coins. Safety.
But just as I was handing a box to a Badger-mom, the crowd parted. It wasn’t out of politeness. It was out of self-preservation.
The Li ...
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