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... ngs and squinted my eyes to take in Deepmarsh. It was about midday, so the sun was almost directly overhead and shining down with a bright light that made the entire world feel vibrant and colourful, for all that the world below was filled with a lot of browns and greys.
Deepmarsh the country was known for its marshes. Deepmarsh the capital city? It was smack in the centre of a massive swampy space.
A dozen small rivers from the north and east and west all came together to meet i ...
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