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The noonday sun shone down from a clear, blue sky, casting silver rays upon the ancient city. In just a few short days, the place had changed from the ruin that Desa had found a year ago.
The buildings were now as strong and sturdy as they had ever been. Instead of empty holes, they all had windows in ornate frames. Paved streets ran between the lush, green lawns that surrounded every home. Flowers in every imaginable colour grew in quaint, little gardens. At this rate, Desa would not be surprised if Mercy started creating furniture. It was as if she expected the people who had once lived here to return.
“Very good,” Mercy said.
Desa sat crosslegged on nothing at all, floating above a small house on the north side of the city. Her eyes were shut, her mind drifting through the exerci
