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Submitted to Contest #310
As I saunter the hollow streets of Nùs-Faddahd, my head raised high afore the suited people who looked low. The skies white and dreary, had opened for a sun that had lost its yellow glow. It was black now. Our sun was now black. But our buildings were carved from a platinum mountain atop the Erroneous Peak. None spoke, all silent. The skies had not granted us that right. To revel and cheer. Frolic was no more since that day. The day of the Black Sun. The day our king was coronated before the people. Every year on that day, we make way to let...
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