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Night Tide-Chap102
Crystal-clear streams embraced the bustling capital, and the city woke up from its banks. The thumping sound of laundry sticks beating clothes rose and fell, the scent of soapberries blending into the water, mingling with the perfume of makeup applied lazily at dawn and chasing the remnants of wine spilled after night feasts. Willows were the curtains of the ancient path, swaying in the morning breeze, stirring the hustle and bustle of the market.
