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Melissa felt her mouth stretch into a great big yawn and then covered it with one hand, groaning as she fought through her fatigue. She was tired. “Goodness,” she muttered into her own palm. “You'd think Keepers would have more stamina.”
A ceiling of gray clouds threatened to spit rain down on Riado Street, but somehow, they never made good on it. Buildings on either side of the street stood five or six stories high, and trees along the curb sighed in the wind. The architecture was a little different here on Leyria. There were still highrises, but many buildings were shorter, and some were designed with odd geometry in mind.
Sliding her hands into her back pockets, Melissa closed her eyes tried not to yawn. “That's what I get for only sleeping four hours,” she mumbled. “And after get
