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... of a city plaza.
The Mark of the Weaver.... or to be more specific the Land of Weaving—opened around them with quiet, understated beauty beneath a calm night sky.
The plaza was broad but welcoming, paved with smooth obsidian tiles that reflected the lanternlight like polished glass.
Lanterns floated at different heights, held aloft by steady concepts so common here they barely drew attention. Each glass orb held a single warm flame, casting a soft, even glow across the s ...
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