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... den bridges.
Birds chirped in haunting harmony.
A cool breeze carried the scent of starroot and moonberries.
Arthur hated every second of it.
He sat cross-legged on the mossy stone path outside the Elven Transportation Registry Office.
His clothes were rumpled, his boots scuffed, and his hair—usually the pride of his battle-ready image—was now wild and sticking out like a disgruntled hedgehog.
He held a clipboard in his lap, filled with absurd chec ...
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