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Tharros
Hugo Dacca stood by his desk, looking out past his window at his city, Tharros, his gaze moving from the rich façades of the homes of the wealthy up here on the hill, over the melting pot of building styles which characterized the merchant quarters, past the walled-in Kettle, and at the turquoise colour of the water in the bay. The sea glimmered as the rays of the sun hit its surface, merchantmen cutting through it as they approached or left Tharros. Tharros was his city, Hugo knew that, but...
Fantasy