The golden-tinged leaves of autumn rested in piles scattered around the central square of Combe, covering up the reddish-brown cobblestone with warm and earthy tones. Whenever the wind came and scraped across the top of the leafy surface, a few pieces of foliage were torn along and lost to the breeze, riding the gust out and settling in the little creases and folds of the clothes that the lumbering townsfolk were wearing.
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