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The scorching sun beat down mercilessly, not a single breeze stirred between the stifling air that wove around one's nose and cheeks. Underneath the houses built of yellow clay bricks and sheltered by canvas, men with deep-set eyes and tight curly hair sat selling their goods, calling out to passersby. Occasionally, slender girls with veiled faces and black scarves moved gracefully through the street, carrying baskets brimming with fruit on their heads, heading straight for the imposing palace at the city's center.
The Fudo Kingdom, Cairo, a city once far removed from the Central Continent and a former economic hub.
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Juicy fruit flesh burst with sweet liquid on the soft woolen blanket. A man with a black turban and eyes keen as a falcon reclined on a cushion, enjoying the fruits delivered by the girls. In the luxuriously decorated room, where no dancing girls were present, many men dressed as officials, draped in white cloths, had gathered.
