"Section four. Under 'Urban Design,'" Clara said, wiping dusty hands on her apron. "But the Florence bridges are actually in the back office. I moved them because the binding was failing."
Clara froze. The voice was like warm cedar. She turned to find a man shaking a translucent umbrella, his coat damp and his eyes a startling, curious hazel.
(e.g., a bustling city, a coastal village, a futuristic colony)
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