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The rains slow everything down. Everyone is so grateful, but no one can get any work done. Don't they realize how much there is left to do?

A drought would be a disaster, of course, but I'm so tired of hearing how wonderful it all is. And all I can do is smile and talk about the bounty of the Goddesses and blessings upon the city. It might be true, but ...

I shouldn't speak badly of something that makes so many people happy. The people of this city have suffered so much. I just