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“No, not a street exactly—almost more of a marketplace. But not a nice, neat farmer’s market like they had at the park in South Tampa on Saturdays—more like some kind of a Middle Eastern bazaar.The hard packed dirt road was crowded with stalls on either side and the vendors behind them were shouting their wares.“Palla fruit—get your palla fruit! Ease the change when it comes—the palla gives you ease!”“Collars to hold, ties to bind. Keep those you love safe—don’t change unrestrained!”“Scent blankets—get your scent blankets here! A scent that soothes—calm the beast within.”Emily couldn’t help noticing that all the vendors were male…and then she noticed that all the customers were male too. They were all huge men—as big as Tragar at least—and they all seemed to have bright blue eyes—eyes that glowed when they looked at her.And more and more of them were looking. Why were they staring at her? For that matter, how had she gotten here in the first place?
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