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Chapter Thirteen: The Market

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last update publish date: 2026-05-22 20:25:56

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE MARKET

Marta's voice cut through the laundry room. "Leave those."

Aria looked up. Her hands were still in the water.

"Mira needs help at the market. Supplies for the celebration tonight. Go straight there and come back with the bundles."

"The market?"

"Outside the east gate. Mira will show you the way."

The market was a strip of packed earth between the outer wall and the tree line. Smell of smoke from roasting meat. Voices layering over each other. A child darted be
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