Post by Bee's Knees on Mar 21, 2006 21:02:29 GMT -5
The streets of Saffron were hustling with bustle, and the sun was rising and warming them. The town square was lined with bakeries and bookshops. Perfume stalls and potion shops. If you looked over the borders of Saffron, the forest lay covered in mystery. The founders of Saffron for strange reasons manufactured the town in the middle of a forest. Not the safest place for civilization. Never the less, the people lived happily enough there. With or without the infamous attacks of random magical creatures from the trees. It was a hot day in the middle of august, and now the sun was shining on them all.
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