Jeniv Street on a cool afternoon.
Dean surveyed the scene before him. As of yesterday, all the green-eyed residents of Jeniv Street had relocated to an inn on the bustling thoroughfare of Sonnaire Street.
In place of children running through the lanes, building materials and equipment now lined every corner. It looked as though construction could commence the moment someone shouted "Begin!"
In the distance, the architect Shurn directed his workers. Having completed his final review with the Young Lady a short while ago, he now unrolled a large blueprint and appeared to be verifying the details of work that would start tomorrow.
Watching the scene, Dean swallowed an overwhelming feeling. Then he glanced back.
Now that the residents had departed, the only sign of life on the street came from a small shack where knights stood guard.
Just then, a soft exclamation drifted through the open window. A gentle smile crossed Dean's face as he caught a glimpse of what lay within...
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