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Eighteen

Happiness is not to be expected; be delighted when it does.

When morning came, so did our arrival to the broken down village.

“I didn’t notice before,” Yohan says, his sight locked on one of the houses near the trees. “This area’s called the Savanna. I didn’t know this was close to the Torrids.”

I did. I just didn’t know this was the Savanna. In my books back at the palace, the pictures had images of wide open areas of grass, where animals can graze. There were trees that served shade for townsfolk, bearing a wide variety of fruits.

The place I’m currently at is nothing like that.

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