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"The Found CIty" by unfogging
"That's impossible, Eliss." Eliss and Jris, a candy Aisha and brown Draik, sat in their beach chairs on Mystery Island, fruity drinks in hand. They wore leis around their neck and grass skirts around their waists. The siblings had spent the last two days vacationing on the tropical island. Jris normally wanted nothing to do with his sister's travel plans, and was normally perfectly happy just staying in Tyrannia. But at the encouragement of their owner, Anna, he had reluctantly tagged along. Not that he looked too reluctant right now, lounging in his chair and eating grapes, seemingly without a care in the world. "I'm telling you, Jris," she said beseechingly. "I saw it!"

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