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Night of the Firelilies - Part 8
The night was warm, with a slight breeze coming in from the west that swayed the paper lanterns hanging across the gardens. Bushes were trimmed beautifully, and people wandered about in elegant clothing with elegant expressions on their faces. Evening had fallen, and everything seemed to have a warm glow. In the center of a small, circular garden, was a patch of firelilies, still curled in their bulbs, waiting for the moonlight to hit them. The clinking of glasses and quiet laughter created a comfortable atmosphere, making the festival seem more like a large dinner party, which in some respects it was, considering the large buffet at the