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This time I went with khaki trousers, a long-sleeved blue top, white trainers, and a baseball cap low enough to hide part of my face. The sky was bright—far too bright—its sunlight warming my skin even through the fabric.
The air in Sapphire Water carried a faint tang of salt mixed with the sweetness of fruit from nearby orchards. I could already hear the bustle of the market before I stepped through the wooden archway, draped in climbing vines.
The Sapphire Market was a lot busier than the last time I came here. Traders shouted over one another, fighting for attention. The smell of baked bread, smoked fish, and damp wood blended into the usual market chaos. Large carts rolled past with squeaking wheels, pulled by grape farmers probably heading to deliver their harvest to trusted m
