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... lestone path as I stepped out of Martha and Lisa’s modest home after eating with them, the wooden door creaking shut behind us with a soft thud.
Rumia walked beside me. Her usual cheerful chatter had been replaced by an oppressive silence that seemed to weigh down the space between us. I could feel the heat of her sideways glances, each one a silent accusation that I pretended not to notice.
The village around us buzzed with its typical late-afternoon activity. Merchants were clo ...
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