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They were among the procession of Chosen who followed closely behind the Bishop's ornate carriage, its wheels creaking softly as it rolled through the streets of Summerhold. The Bishop's crest, a golden tree cradling a star, glinted almost blindingly under the harsh midday sun.
The sun was overhead, shining down directly through the tall and cramped buildings and onto the crowd of people who were pressed tightly to the sides of the road, leaving a long and clear path for the Chu ...
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