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Sparrow lifted her gaze toward the muddy sky. The hues above blended into a rich mixture of deep brown with subtle red undertones, reminiscent of cinnamon, or even chocolate. Despite its odd color and the humidity, there was a comforting quality to it. Floating lanterns adorned the sky, accompanied by a warm breeze carrying scents of ash and freshly laid cement.
Leaning against the railing fence of the bridge, she fixed her gaze on the serene stream below and the cobblestone bridge. Inhaling the last drag of her cigarette, she heard a woman's voice, followed up by the sound of the package being slammed on the railing beside her, "Get your shit together, Alabaster; we've got work."
Sparrow throws her cigarette over the bridge into the steam beneath her. She answers with a faint cloud of red smoke billowing out of her mouth and nostrils, "Alright."
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