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The lower stacks of Peyr played host to the bulk of the city’s residents, to their laborious days and nights of humble rest…
Leça stood at the lowest edge of the city of Peyr, their dutiful vigilance a bastion against the cruel and tempestuous swamp they dared not tread…
Mepka reentered the cabin side-by-side with the first rays of gray light off of the horizon…
The aether stood, a billowing wall of blur bounding the whole of Peyr Myarsa…
Mepka had draped herself at the edge of the temple stoop, one arm crooked over closed eyes and the other hanging limply off the side…