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... ll towns. A rusty tin sign creaked in the wind outside, painted with a crude picture of an old stone bridge. The inn sat beside the main road, with the river flowing behind it.
What passed for a garden was really just a patch of dying plants, a few struggling olive trees, withered fig trees, and some scraggly vegetables that looked like they were losing a battle against the scorching sun. A lone pine tree stood in one corner like a forgotten guard, its branches cracked and dried by the r ...
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