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Four years before the New Calendar.
Midwind, May 30th.
Lyle followed the flow of people, walking along the main street. The stone-paved road, worn down by countless footsteps, had developed shallow depressions in places.
Still, the street was clean. Only the narrow spaces along the edges bore faint traces of moss.
The scattered buildings around him were primarily light-colored, with dark rooftops designed in a European style.
As Lyle strolled down ...
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