In the city's center of Caldo Rohn, every building was painted with a bright, colorful roof. The shingles glowed faintly beneath the Mother's rings. Reira had skipped eating all day, and regarded unimpressed the inn with a big iron horse rearing majestically outside. White splotches of bird shit...
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