The square was brighter than it should have been at night. Torches ringed the open space, their flames bending in the wind, smoke drifting upward into the dark. Lanterns hung from poles and balconies, casting warm, uneven light over the crowd. Shadows leapt and twisted across stone and canvas, and somewhere nearby a lute played softly, nearly drowned out by laughter.
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