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the last of her sleepiness. ‘It’s so different to the Frogleg Falls or the Putrid Pond back home.’

‘It’s definitely more sparkly,’ Grimaldi agreed, lifting a hand to cover his mouth. The brightness wasn’t helping his travel sickness. ‘I think after a week of all these bright colours, I’ll be relieved to go back home to the grey murkiness of Nocturnia.’

The Dazzling Docks were packed full of little wooden boats all painted with different colours and patterns. Amelia liked the fact

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