in the golden light of a new dawn over Chairling, the city of Backreston creaked to life. Rocking chairs gently swayed on their porches, greeting their neighbors with polite squeaks and nods. Delivery stools rolled down cobbled cushion-lanes, balancing parcels of bolts and fresh fabric. In the bustling Plaza of Posts, office chairs clicked busily toward their workstations, while thrones from the Council District reclined in deep debate over the day's policies.
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