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Tilting a watering pale ever so slightly, Larani watched as water sprinkled from the spout and fell upon a small flowerbed of red roses. Though only a few weeks of summer remained, Denabria was deliciously hot. She had no love for the coming months of cold rain that never quite managed to become snow. But that was a good ways off. There was time yet to enjoy the good weather. Funny how she told herself that every year, and yet she never seemed to accomplish it by the time Fall set in.
From her vantage on the southwest corner of the Keeper building's rooftop, she saw skyscrapers lining the gently sloping hill that led down to the blue waters of the ocean. It was a lovely afternoon. Not a good time for bad news.
So, of course, the bad news was here.
She turned around.
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