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They arrive in a small, dusty back-alley in central Bangkok. It is deserted and thus the first thing that meets them is the heat: harsh and bone-searingly dry, until Sam’s magic calls tiny breezes around them, keeping them cool. Though the alleyway is deserted, the buzz of people close by is loud in their ears, and at the entrance to the alleyway a multicoloured clamour of people are moving past.
Sam grins down at the small girl. "Welcome to Bangkok. My brother’s bookshop’s just around the corner. Keep a tight hold of your bag, and keep close. I am not searching the whole of this city for you."
Sam grins down at the small girl. "Welcome to Bangkok. My brother’s bookshop’s just around the corner. Keep a tight hold of your bag, and keep close. I am not searching the whole of this city for you."