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... the puppet patrols all the way through the suburbs, but before long, they ran out of trees. Ike stood at the edge of the woods, staring ahead of him. This was the last stand. From here on up, the roads became well-paved, the houses fine and nicely-painted, and the gardens small, prim, and proper. In other words, this was the edge of the mortals’ quarters. From here on up, they entered the mages’ city.
The whole thing was eerily empty, to Ike’s eyes. White buildings, white roads, white s ...
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