The dawn broke across the peaks of the ravine, the morning lights licked the sands across the outskirts of Al Majiik. The spelltown rose with the light, as the night watch dimmed the lanterns.

Yuna rose from her bed to the sound of scratching at her door. The morning mail. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and left her home. The mail dog holding a gold-encrusted envelope.
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