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"Hyperion: The Watchers" by micrody
Her brown boots were dusty, her tea-colored dress tucked underneath her to keep from touching the splintering wood. She held a wide-brimmed hat in her left hand, fanning herself till the gold waves of her hair bounced up and down like a breeze had blown by...

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