Zoya looked around at the enormous edifice that had appeared on every side of the little cricket ground and sighed.
It was three giant stands, the sort that would befit any major sports stadium anywhere in the world. They were full of elves and gnomes and ogres and fairies and yes, demons, and every other kind of non-human creature that lived in the kingdoms around Lychford. And they were all cheering.
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