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... ild, the farmlands around the royal city had an unprecedentedly good harvest. Although the city still bears deep scars from the fire that ravaged the city and reconstruction is not yet complete, the stalls in the city are overflowing with food, and the city is beginning to regain its liveliness.

However, if you look closely, you can see adults dressed in rags sitting in alleys off the streets in King’s Landing, with lethargic faces.

The area outside the walls surrounding the city ...

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