Hello hello, all! Becky/ruffwriter here. Summer's finally arrived, so let's do some writing, shall we? The Original Fiction Drabble-thon is once again underway
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Two years of war had dimmed the brilliance of Jinra's once-infamous night streets, but even now, if you knew where to look, you could still find a teahouse here - a pleasure house there - that had taken down their lanterns, dulled their trimmings, but could still sing, for the right price, with shamisen and soft laughter. Where you could still find bright silk and silken smiles and forget, for a night, the world outside
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