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Morning in the dragon city was a strange thing.
The city never woke gently—it lurched into life. Bells tolled from the towers, not melodious but sharp, meant to drive men from beds and women to markets.
The smell of baking bread, of frying onions, of the sour wine left unfinished from the night before—these were the perfumes of the capital's dawn.
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