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Sugar-and-Spice

It had been a long day in Distant Harbor.

The morning was filled with fear and silence.

The morning was shrouded in numbness and confusion.

Noon was filled with fanaticism and blindness.

The afternoon was filled with ecstasy and sadness.

The night was filled with nostalgia and disappointment.

Under the night sky, the city still seemed to be filled with an intoxicating fragrance.

That taste was something that the lowly peasants had never tasted in their lives.

Perhaps it was in a cheap, dark tavern, or in a street corner that emitted a stench. They had heard the most experienced but poor people brag about it with fantasy and intoxication.