Garden City

In the evenings, when I’d dispatched my diplomatic duties of the day, I’d change out of my professional attire and take long walks around the city. It never really felt like a single city to me, this Erva Bereo, and the more I wandered around it — through Old City, Millenium City, the Square and the Central Tower — the less it seemed like a city and more like a conglomeration of communities that happened to co-exist.

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