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The City of Light

Pouring out of the city beneath the Rising Sun Clock, the crowds jostled and weaved, thronging the well-trodden paths to distant meetings and markets. The colours of their bodies leaked into the sky to mingle with the clouds and slowly darkened the day with a heavy hue, until the Sun Clock faded and they trod wearily home, colourless once more.

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