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Eighteen. At the Arbor Fair

 

Colors appeared between the leaves and branches. Lyric heard clanking and voices. With Fin and Andrew behind her, she walked forward cautiously toward the colors and more appeared to her. After a few steps, the colors became a stall of multicolored textiles—rugs and tablecloths and interesting tunics and long skirts.
 

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