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... —carefully maintained plots of nature nestled in between the otherwise towering stone buildings, like patches of peace in a battlefield.
This one was no exception. Stone tiles arranged into winding paths, trimmed hedges, ornate lamps, and a faint scent of lilac drifting in the air.
I motioned toward a nearby bench under the shade of a large sycamore tree.
It was half-splintered at one corner, worn by time and use. Still better than standing.
Celeste gave me a curt ...
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