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Sweltering heat. Vast blue skies, reflected in seas deeper than a book of proverbs. These weren't the streets Fi knew. In fact, they were hardly streets at all.
The Golden Apple Archipelago. That's what this place was called. Golden like the heirloom a thief steals in the opening moments of a novel. Apple like the fruit of sin: pretty as a pearl on the outside, but beware, bite in too eagerly and there'll be crunchy bits stuck between your teeth. Fi preferred to cut her apples first.
Archipelago like a... small island chain. Not everything has to be symbolism, see.
