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There certainly were no palaces, and only a few houses were very much
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fine as the roof of the Winespring Inn. He supposed there would be a palace
or two in Caemlyn. As for inns, he counted nine, not one smaller than the
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streets he had not seen yet.
Shops fucking toons com dotted every street, with awnings out front sheltering tables
covered with goods, everything from cloth to books to pots to boots. It was
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so much that more than once he had to hurry on at the suspicious look of a
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